Hot Winter Nights. Debbi Rawlins

a tub. Any plain generic one would do.”

      “I’m surprised you’re not sharing a trailer with Erin.”

      “Ah.” Lila nodded. “Normally we would have. But she met someone. He lives here, actually. Spencer Hunt. He owns Moonlight Mountain. So she’s been staying with him at his ranch.”

      Clint’s hands stilled and his brows rose. He looked shocked, confused, curious. All appropriate reactions, but only for someone who knew Erin. Lila had no idea what was going through Clint’s head.

      “Do you know Spencer?” she asked.

      “No. I’ve heard of him, though. He’s been volunteering at a local animal sanctuary.”

      “They’ve invited me to stay with them,” she said. “But Shadow Creek is too far.”

      “What is it, about thirty minutes?”

      “I don’t have my own car, and I never know when I’m needed on the set.” She skipped the part about feeling like a third wheel. And the odd feeling she’d been having just recently that something was bothering Erin. Lila hoped it had nothing to do with Spencer. But, she was sure Erin would fill her in soon. “Anyway, predictable doesn’t describe my life, that’s for sure.”

      “You have anything pressing to do right now?” His eyes were beginning to darken, a clear hint that he had something in mind for her, something she was going to like.

      “Nothing at all.”

      He put his hands on her waist and pulled her toward him. “How badly do you think Baxter needs me to agree?”

      Unprepared for the switch in gears, she laughed. “I’d say he’s pretty desperate if he asked me to help. I know he’s zero for three with Jason.”

      Clint wrapped his arms around her. “Tell Baxter to put you up in the motel in town, and I’ll do whatever he wants.”

      Lila stared at him. “Huh?”

      “With his own money.” Clint paused. “Or his uncle’s, I don’t care which.”

      “But—I—” She laughed. “I can’t do that.”

      “Why not?” He brushed a kiss across her mouth. “Would you rather I call him?”

      “No.” She couldn’t think. Not when her body was flush against his and she could feel him getting hard. “I don’t know.”

      “Whatever you want, Lila,” he whispered, his lips searing a path to her throat.

      She swayed in his arms. His strong, muscled arms. How weird was it that she didn’t feel nervous with Clint? She’d never kissed a man five minutes after meeting him. Okay, it had been longer but not all that much. She was always careful about not playing into the Hollywood stereotype. She didn’t play fast or loose. Actually, it just wasn’t her style.

      She felt the tip of his tongue trace her collarbone. Her nipples tightened. She squeezed her thighs together. Her breathing was off, and she couldn’t seem to drag in enough air.

      “Tell me what you want, Lila.” His voice was low and rough, his breath hot on her skin.

      Her sweatshirt was too thick. She couldn’t feel him pressed against her the way she wanted to...

      He stopped kissing her and lifted his head. The second he stepped back, she heard the laughter just outside the trailer. She recognized Shannon’s loud snort.

      Lila stepped back, as well.

      “So, you can tell him,” Clint said when they heard the doorknob turn, “or you can give Baxter my number. That’s up to you.” He turned and nodded causally at Shannon and Diane as they entered, both of them speechless, eyes full of curiosity.

      “I have to think about it,” Lila said, her voice hardly shaking at all. But she almost lost it when he took off his hat and held it in front of himself. “I’ll need your number.”

      Her cell signaled a text. They needed her on the set.

      Clint surprised her with a business card. “I should probably get your number, too.”