"Well, what have you two done then? If you're both so hard?" I glare at them both and take another drag from the joint. Isaac loops his arm around my neck and pulls me to him as smoke billows out of my mouth into the midnight sky. "Name anything and I bet we've tried it. Wyatt and I go way back to the Clubhouse days." "You weren't doing drugs when you were on a Disney show," I scoff. Adults wouldn't have allowed that to happen. They both burst into laughter. "How do you think we survived Disney?" Wyatt asks. "What about your parents?" Who'd been looking out for them? My parents insisted I get a degree—any degree—before moving to Los Angeles. Massage therapy has proven to be a good choice. Until I landed this movie, I gathered clients in between auditions and smaller jobs. Flexible schedule. Decent money. At the end of the movie, I'll start over with clientele, but this paycheck is worth the hassle. Massage clients are Plan B. If this movie does well, maybe there'll be no need for Plan B again. Isaac shakes his head. "My parents tried, I think. Sooo long ago. Too many other people around me saying yes for their voices to matter much." He waves a dismissive hand. "I'm doing fine." Wyatt laughs. A layer of dark stubble covers his jawline. What would it feel like to run my hand along his face? He catches me looking at him and winks. Another blush rises in me. At this point, he's going to think my face is naturally tomato red. "My parents tried to get me into rehab. I had myself emancipated." Wyatt raises his hand to the limo entering the lot. "Oh." The ground vibrates under my feet. Loopy—I'm feeling loopy, not quite right. I'm familiar with weed, but I've never done so much of it all at once. "Emancipated seems...excessive." Wyatt glowers. "Drugs or my family—choice seemed easy. One of those things was always there for me when I needed it." He ducks into the limo, followed by Isaac. I hesitate at the door, scanning the other people still waiting. The limo is big. Shouldn't we be taking more people? "What about everyone else?" "Cabs," Isaac says. "They don't have enough money for rain." Something about that doesn't seem right to me, but I'm not in the right frame of mind to argue. I give a small wave to everyone else as the limo driver closes the door behind me. Am I an asshole for leaving them all standing there? I think I might be. "Is that normal?" We streak out of the parking lot, everyone else staring after us. "No." Wyatt takes a small vial out of his pocket. "Normally we would have piled a bunch of those models in here, too. Maybe some of the hotter extras. I resisted. You're welcome." He gives me a sideways glance as he opens the vial. He taps out and divides the white power. With one finger covering a nostril, he snorts one row and then Isaac does one, too. Isaac raises his eyebrows in silent question. Wyatt, but he shakes his head. "Nah, man. Buzzed, not annihilated. I told you, I don't want Ellie getting fired." He shuts down Isaac's unspoken suggestion. "Why would you doing drugs get me fired?" I clutch my purse in my lap. They seem to be able to handle it just fine. Maybe I would too. I should try it, just to shock them. The reality is that I need this job. I'm not sure what'll happen to me if I try cocaine and my brain goes all wrong. Isaac said he'd cover for me, but I'm not sure how much he's prepared to cover if I go completely off the rails. Isaac laughs a deep, hearty, drug-fueled laugh. "Why would they get your fired? Cause Wyatt is a beast and comes up with all kinds of bad ideas when he's lit up." The intensity of Wyatt's blue-green eyes when they meet mine makes Isaac's comment ring true. He hasn't asked me to do anything, and I already think I'd do anything he asked. Those eyes. The shade is fascinating, and I lean forward. "They're real." Wyatt smiles, holding my gaze. "They're such an odd color." Something in their tugs at me, yanks me under. I am so focused on figuring out his allure that I don't notice how much closer we've gotten. We haven't had a lot of scenes together yet. His lips quirk up and my gaze is drawn down. They're the perfect mix of firm and full. A little closer and I could touch my lips to his. A taste. Would one taste be enough? Isaac clears his throat. "You two will be practicing your love scenes off camera before you know it." There's a quick flash of his teeth as he smiles. The bubble is burst, and I sit back. "You have to admit, his eyes are amazing." Isaac's smile turns into a grin of amusement, and he takes on a falsetto voice. "You should see his other body parts. He's simply to die for." His smile fades, and he removes a beer from the cooler in the armrest. There's a cooler stocked with beer in the armrest. Who's paying for this? "Sexiest Man Alive last year. Who crowns a twenty-five-year-old the sexiest man? They must have been desperate." Wyatt leans over and swipes the beer from Isaac's hand. "Jealousy doesn't suit you." He downs half of Isaac's beer. "Pfft." Isaac chuckles and gets out a second beer without missing a beat. His dark brown eyes meet mine, and they sparkle with amusement. "The three of us are going to light this town on fire. You'll see, Ellie. You'll see." He passes me the opened beer. I take it with an answering flare of amusement. As long as we weren't literally lighting the town on fire, that sounded like a lot of fun. Pictures and gossip columns I'd read floated to the surface of my memory. Wyatt gives me an appreciative glance. "A beer drinker?" "Not too much I won't drink." I take a long gulp. His lips quirk up again. "We'll see." He points his beer across the limo at Isaac. "Remember she said that, Isaac." "So, you'll get me really drunk but not high?" I scan his face, puzzled by this strange moral compass. "The shoot is months—months, Ellie. You gotta learn to pace yourself." Wyatt bumps his shoulder with mine, and this time his smile reaches his eyes. My breath catches. His eyes immediately go down to my mouth. In the space between us, electricity zips. From across the limo, Isaac calls out in a sing-song voice. "Pace yourself, Wyatt." Without breaking eye contact with me, Wyatt jerks his beer bottle in Isaac's direction, sending a brief spray in his direction. We all burst into laughter, and I chug the rest of my beer. Excitement courses through my veins. This is going to be a lot of fun.