Kiss and Confess (Love Unscripted Book 1) by Jane Lynne Daniels

worries.” Marc had a really nice smile, sort of a cross between Chandler Bing and Joey Tribbiani, with a touch of Prince William thrown in. It made her feel warm inside. Not hot and breathless, but sort of toasty. Like a cup of cocoa on a wintry day.
    There definitely could be worse things.
    The camera moved in closer. Don’t look at it, they’d told her. Pretend it’s not there. She tried to think of something else for her and Marc to talk about. They’d been over family, jobs, pets, movies, and books until her brain couldn’t function any longer. They’d even discovered they both liked bowling, which was unexpected. She didn’t know a single other person who liked throwing a ball down a lane for the satisfying crash.
    Once again, her plate of food looked untouched, though her stomach swore she’d eaten a full meal. Maybe two.
    It was like being on four first dates in one night.
    She felt exhausted, as even her nervous energy began to wane, unable to keep up its frantic pace. A bone-deep weariness overtook her. “It’s been a long day,” she said. “A good day,” she hastened to add. “But a long one.”
    “I understand.” Marc smiled again, folded his napkin, and set it on the table.
    The director, a stocky man who’d spent most of the evening hoisting his khakis and glaring at each table, whistled for everyone’s attention. “Okay, listen up. We’re done for the evening. See your producer for instructions.”
    “Instructions?” Charley mouthed to Marc.
    He lifted his palms and shoulders in a shrug. He didn’t know either.
    Luke had disappeared. Smiles and nods bounced around the room as the other producers talked with their couples.
    Charley looked at their crew, who had set their equipment down. “Do you know where Luke is?” she asked.
    “He was just here,” answered the camera guy. “Can’t be too far.”
    “Then I guess he’ll find us if the instructions are important.” She pushed her chair out from the table.
    Marc was at her side in seconds. “Here, let me.”
    “Thank you.” She liked having her chair pulled out for her. Didn’t happen often.
    Charley smoothed her dress and kept her eyes down, hoping she didn’t look as awkward as she felt. What was she supposed to say to Marc now—see you in the china pattern section?
    “It’s been great. Tonight, I mean.” Marc leaned toward her, brushing his lips against her cheek. As he did, she caught a whiff of his cologne. It smelled like leather, cucumbers, and expensive soap.
    The other couples were walking back toward the entrance to the deck. Marc crooked his arm in her direction.
    She took it, enjoying the feel of his shirt against her bare skin. And the heat it offered. The temperature had cooled significantly since dinner began. As if he knew what she was thinking, he pulled her closer.
    “I hope this doesn’t come out sounding wrong,” he said, “but I’m glad my perfect match turned out to be beautiful. Looks aren’t everything, of course,” he hastened to add, “but the fact that you’re gorgeous is a nice bonus.”
    Awwww. Points for gallantry and flattery. Before she could respond, Luke materialized at her side. “Wait. Don’t go to your rooms.”
    Charley searched his face, which was fixed on Marc, not on her. “What is it?”
    “You’ve been moved. To the other wing.”
    “Okay,” Marc said. “Do we need to get our things? I can help you with yours, Charley.”
    “Thank—” she began, before Luke interrupted her.
    “You have adjoining rooms now. I’m supposed to tell you that, should you choose to unlock the door, no one will know.” He rubbed his forehead. “But you’ll have to tell us. After. It’s part of the story.”
    “Oh,” Marc said.
    Charley’s throat constricted. To make sure no one saw, she flashed a smile at Marc.
    He brightened.
    Luke replied, his voice terse. “Your things have been moved for you. Follow me.”
    They did, walking through one corridor after another, Charley’s