His Larkville Cinderella

“Turn,” Rosie said.

He did.

“Now for the accessories.” Kenna glanced at her clipboard. “We’ve changed a couple of things so they wouldn’t clash with Lane’s costumes. She’s not a big fan of gold.”

Rosie glanced in a marked container. “Speaking of which, where is the new wedding band?”

“Eva had it earlier,” Kenna said.

Rosie sent a text. “We’ll have it in a minute. Once we get Eva’s approval on this ensemble, you can go.”

Kenna nodded. “We’ll tag the items, then it’s time for a much needed lunch break.”

Her words made him think about Megan again. He thought she would say no to his invitation, but he was pleased she hadn’t. Buying her lunch would make up for the way he’d teased her at Chas’s house.

As if on cue, Megan entered the dressing area with a small ring box in her hands. She didn’t look at him.

All business. Adam’s grin widened. Well, except for her casual clothes. She’d removed her jacket. She was wearing the same baggy pink T-shirt and jeans she’d worn at the beach. Her wild, curly brown hair was piled and clipped on top of her head once again. But the earrings were new. She hadn’t worn jewelry before. Add a pair of smart-girl glasses and she really would have the geek-chic look down. Her cheeks were flushed pink, as if she were exercising. Most likely running errands.

“You have Maxwell’s ring?” Kenna asked.

Megan nodded. “Eva said there are extra cuff links if you need them.”

Kenna glanced at the clipboard. “We’re using the silver ones with the diamond chips.”

Adam noticed Megan seemed more comfortable here than at the beach house and less agitated than at her car earlier. Not only her demeanor, but her posture and voice. Except for the way she was dressed, she fit right in.

“Show Adam the ring,” Kenna instructed.

Megan shuffled forward, her feet encased in white canvas sneakers. She looked a little pale, more tired than when he’d seen her earlier. No doubt hungry, too.

“Our paths cross again, Texas,” Adam said.

Lines creased Rosie’s forehead. Her gaze bounced between them. “You two know each other?”

“We met at Chas’s house a few days ago,” Adam explained.

Gossip spread like wildfire on sets. He watched what he said around the crew. Not that anything was going on with the intern. Or any other woman at the moment. Unfortunately.

“I had to take Eva the right portfolio,” Megan explained.

Rosie sighed. “The day our lives ended.”

Kenna nodded.

Megan removed a platinum-and-diamond ring from the box. Light reflected off the row of diamonds, sending colorful prisms dancing on the walls and ceiling.

Whoa. Adam wouldn’t wear that kind of ring in real life, but he could see his character Maxwell wanting something flashy like that. “That’s fancier than the original gold band I was going to wear.”

“Lane picked it out,” Kenna explained. “She felt since she’s playing the role of your wife, she should decide what kind of wedding band Maxwell wears.”

“So Maxwell is into bling now,” Adam teased.

“He will be once you’re wearing it,” Kenna said. “Put it on his left ring finger, Texas.”

Megan’s eyes widened at the nickname, and not in a good way. Oops.

He expected her to say something to Kenna, but Megan didn’t. Damn. She couldn’t. Not as an intern. She didn’t dare risk stepping on toes around here.

One more strike against him. More to make up to her. Adam would force her to order dessert. Something chocolate. Most women, even chronic dieters, loved chocolate.

Megan held the ring between her index and thumb. “Left hand, please.”

Her serious expression, coupled with her slight Texas twang, made Adam bite back a laugh. She was trying so hard to be professional when it looked like what she really needed was a decent meal, a big hug and a comfy pillow to rest her head. He’d offered the first. He wouldn’t mind providing all three.