"Had to lose the driver." He nodded toward a black sedan idling two blocks away. "Your director likes to know where his actors go."
She pressed her lips to the back of his neck. "Then let's give him a performance he'll never forget."
Siri smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Midnight. Same bridge. No scripts." ForPlayFilms 23 08 01 Siri Dahl Midnight Tryst ...
"That wasn't acting." Her voice was quiet.
The city never truly slept, but at midnight, it breathed differently. The neon sigh of a lone bar sign, the hiss of tires on wet asphalt from a summer storm that had just passed—these were the sounds Siri Dahl listened to as she stood by the open window of her tenth-floor apartment. "Had to lose the driver
He nodded but didn't move. "Same time tomorrow?"
Siri deleted the message. She had given them plenty of performances. But the midnight tryst? That one was hers. "Midnight
And she would never let them see the rushes.
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