Page 91 of Wardrobe Malfunction

I head over to John, one of the camera crew guys, who’s setting up his camera. “Hey, John.” I smile.

“Hey, Charly.”

“Have you seen Vaughn and Natasha? I need them for wardrobe.”

“Coffee.” He jerks his head in the direction of the catering van.

“Thanks.”

I head toward the van, coming up to the side, where I hear Vaughn and Natasha talking before I see them.

“So, not long till Sasha’s wedding then?” Natasha says.

I know Sasha is one of Vaughn’s sisters, but I didn’t know she was getting married.

“I bet she’s getting excited. I remember what I was like in the run-up to my and Carter’s wedding.”

“Yeah, she’s driving my mom nuts. Bridezilla at its worst.”

“Are you taking Charly with you?” she asks in a lower voice.

The mention of my name makes my feet stop just before I’m about to round the corner.

Natasha knows about us? He never told me that.

“I don’t know. I haven’t mentioned it to her.”

“You haven’t told her that your sister’s getting married?”

“No. Why?”

She laughs. “God, you men are clueless. Do you want to take her with you?”

I hold my breath, waiting for his response.

“I don’t take women home.”

“Yeah, I know that. But I didn’t ask if you took women home. I asked if you wanted to take Charly home with you.”

There’s a long pause.

His lack of a response makes my chest ache. I rub a hand to the spot.

Then, Natasha speaks again, “Well, if you do decide you want to ask her to go with you, don’t leave it much longer because, otherwise, she’ll feel like you just asked her as a last-minute choice.”

I don’t want to hear any more, so I trace my steps back and go around the back of the van.

I stop at the other side and paste a smile on my face, shrugging off the hurt I’m feeling.

Then, I step out. Vaughn’s eyes instantly come to me. He smiles at me. That secret smile he always gives me, one that usually turns me to jelly…not this time though.

“I need you in wardrobe,” I say to him, fake smile on. Then, my eyes move to Natasha. “Natasha, Logan asked me if I would bring you along, too.”

“Sure thing,” she says, tossing her coffee in the trash.

Vaughn follows suit, tossing his coffee.

And we all walk over to wardrobe, Natasha and Vaughn talking over their upcoming scene while I totally zone out.