Chapter 65

“What?” he snapped. “Something on your mind?”

She continued to wipe his face. “Well it’s just that…you’ve been off lately, Ethan. Are you getting enough sleep? I know it’s hard with this job, but you really should—”

“I’m getting plenty of sleep.”

“Then what? Is there something eating at you? You know, I’ve been doing your makeup for almost four years and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this—”

“This what?”

Maggie frowned. “This short tempered.” Ethan had opened his mouth to say something but closed it quickly. Maggie folded her arms, her hip on the dresser. “I’ve never seen you this snappish. You wake up, you’re in a bad mood, you don’t talk, you read your lines, you do your work, and then you go to bed. When was the last time you went home? What about your cat?”

“My uncle feeds—wait, no, why do I need to tell youthis?” Ethan stood promptly and swiped Maggie’s cloth. He rubbed off the rest of his makeup and threw it to the dresser.