Page 39 of Wardrobe Malfunction

A makeup artist comes over and starts retouching my makeup.

“How are you doing?” Natasha asks.

“Good.”

“Feeling okay about this next scene?”

“Fake fucking in front of fifty-plus people? Walk in the park.” I slide a look at her, and she laughs.

“Never gets any less weird, does it?”

“Nope,” I reply. “How’s the family doing?” I ask, changing the subject to something lighter.

“Good. Brody just cut his first tooth.” She gets her cell from the pocket of her gown and pulls up a picture to show me.

I lean over to take a look. “Good-looking kid. See he takes after you and not Carter.”

“I’ll tell Carter you said so.”

I laugh. “How is Carter?”

“He’s good. It’s just hard for me, being away from him and Brody so soon after having him, but I couldn’t pass up this opportunity to do this film.”

“Yeah, I get that.” And I do.

“How’s your family?”

“Good,” I tell her. “My sister is finally getting married next month. They’ve only been together for fifteen years and have three kids.”

“Better late than never.” She laughs. “That’s your oldest sister, right? The one who got engaged a while back?”

“Yeah, Sasha.”

I have two sisters, both older than me—Sasha and Meg. Both the bane of my existence growing up, but now, I couldn’t imagine life without them.

Sasha and Greg, her fiancé, are going to get married at my parents’ place, where I grew up, in Keno, Oregon. My mom and dad have a farm there; it’s been in my family for generations. It’s also where I have my ranch—the only home I own. Not many people know about it. I had it built out on the furthest reach of my parents’ land. It’s private, just like I wanted.

I’m really close to my family—my mom and dad, Sasha and Greg, Meg and her husband, Vic, along with my nieces and nephews, and my grandma. She’s the best. Absolutely batshit crazy, but I love her for it.

My family is the only sane thing I have in this fucked up existence I call my life.

“Vaughn.”

Her voice touches me like her hands have brushed my skin.

I glance up to see Charly standing beside me.

God, she’s stunning.

“I have the sock for you.” She holds the cock sock out for me.

And the moment is killed.

I take the sock from her. “Thanks.”

I want to talk more to her, but I need to keep my distance, and I really need to get my head in the scene.

“I’m gonna go put this on,” I tell Natasha.