"I have never kissed you, Trace, what do you mean?'
"Yes, you have. Like on occasion. That first night we met, for Pete's Sake, Richard, have you forgotten?"
He frowned. "Those have not been real kisses. Pecks, brushes, not real..."
"Well," she said pragmatically. "Even if we do kiss on set, for the film audience, not like that's real either." This was a bad hour, the thought flicked through her mind. She shouldn't be up right now, sitting on the counter, with him so close, so....
He leaned toward her. "Maybe we should practice." His voice was that very soft, very sexy screen voice she'd heard him use in several movies. He watched her as he got closer, watched for the sign that she would stop him. Watched for her pulling away, she didn't.
Was she thinking about Raine? Was she caught up in the moment? Could she really feel for him what he felt for her? Richard felt his world rocking. Was this the tell-tale moment when it all came crashing down?