Dreaming With My Eyes Wide Open (Hollywood Legends #2) by Mary J. Williams Page A

chocolate.”
    “No.”
    “You’ve lost me again,” Nate chuckled. “No what?”
    “Do not flirt with me. You see this.” Paige motioned over
    her body with her hand. “This is off limits. I don’t know what you’re used to,
    but around here you get one woman at a time.”
    “And you are one woman.”
    Nate’s voice lowered. Deep and a little husky. The sound
    shot straight into Paige’s bloodstream, causing her pulse to throb. Along with
    certain other parts of her body.
    “Lottie is my best friend.”
    “I figured.”
    “Well, there you go.”
    The woman was confusing as hell. Nate looked out the window,
    a grin plastered on his face. Confusing and fascinating. She seemed to think
    her friend had dibs on him. Normally, the sweet, curvy Lottie would have been
    right up his alley. However, the long-legged blond made him think of a soft bed
    and those legs wrapped around him — hour after hour.
    Paige Chamberlin was a little prickly, but she had a sense
    of humor. He liked a woman who could laugh at herself. With that long,
    honey-blond hair and full mouth, she was just the right combination to keep him
    interested while he was in Montana.
    There was only one problem — a big one. She was the daughter
    of his father’s friend. A man who would be his host for as long as he was here.
    There were rules about this kind of thing. Nothing written in stone, but rules
    nonetheless.
    Nate wasn’t a rutting boar. He was capable of keeping his
    dick in his pants. But oh, Lordy. He shook his head when he glanced at those
    long legs. This was a temptation he didn’t want to resist.
    “I read the script.”
    Paige gave him a surprised glance.
    “Where did you get a copy?”
    “When Dad called your father to tell him I’d be coming,
    Chuck expressed me a copy.”
    “And?”
    “You want me to say it stinks, don’t you? It would be easier
    to talk your father into shutting down production if it’s badly written.” Nate
    laughed when he saw guilt flash across Paige’s face.
    “There’s a reason my mother only wrote the one thing. She
    found out she wasn’t cut out for it.”
    “According to your father, she decided it didn’t make her
    happy. That isn’t the same thing as not being good at it.” Unconsciously, Nate
    scratched at the edge of his cast.
    “True,” Paige conceded. “Then tell me. What did you think of
    it?”
    “Other than being a little rough in patches, it’s pretty
    good. Readable. Your mother had a unique voice, Paige. I was impressed.”
    Paige had the overwhelming desire to cry. It wasn’t fair!
    Her mother should be hearing this. She deserved to know that her screenplay was
    good. A unique voice. That was her mother to a T.
    The fates that decided who lived a long, healthy life and
    who died much too soon were evil in their capriciousness.
    Erin Chamberlin was the anchor of her family. Loved.
    Respected. She helped her community and was a good friend. She wasn’t a saint,
    thank goodness. Her bawdy sense of humor precluded that classification.
    However, she was the best person Paige had ever known.
    God, she missed her mother.
    “Are you all right?”
    “I’m fine.” Paige turned her head, wiping at the tear on her
    cheek. “I got something in my eye.”
    “Paige…”
    “I don’t want your sympathy, Hollywood.”
    “We’ll have to work on the nickname. I’m the least Hollywood person you’ll ever meet.”
    “Mmm.”
    Paige kept her opinion on that subject open. So far, she
    would agree. Dressed like a regular person. He hadn’t balked at her mode of
    transportation. Then again, she had known him a grand total of one hour. She
    liked him. The attraction she felt was off the charts.
    Wait and see, Paige . She could almost hear her
    mother’s voice telling her not to jump either way. Conclusions , she used
    to say, are best kept at the end of the story.
    Paige didn’t know how it would end with Nate, but she was
    willing to give it more time. He might surprise