“Sally. She’s had a crush on him forever.”

Sally and a dozen other actresses.

A shiver ran down Reese’s back. She rearranged the flowers in the basket she was carrying, making sure the certificate lay on top for easy access.

“I don’t honestly know, Leah. Rumor has it there’s another woman, but he doesn’t share anything about his personal life with me.”

“Well, if you don’t know, nobody else does, that’s for sure. Since your aunt’s funeral, he has seemed a lot more attentive around you. I thought maybe he confided in you.”

“Afraid not. My aunt gave him some acting tips when he first came on the show. He liked her a lot, and knows I’ve missed her, so he’s been a good listening ear. That’s all.”

“That’s not all. Take a look at him in that tux.”

“I’m looking.” Reese had already sensed him coming before she’d actually caught sight of his tall, fit, male physique.

“So is every woman on both sets. Sally needs to cool it. You can tell he hates fawning women.”

That was exactly why Reese was leaving the show, before she made a fool of herself over him as Sally was doing. With his dark attractive features and olive skin, her heart couldn’t take much more.

“He’s headed our way. Lucky you,” Leah quipped. “If I were you, I’d make the most of that final clinch he gives you in the vestibule. After today’s taping, there’s not going to be any more of that to look forward to.”

Thank you for reminding me.

“All the emotion he puts out is strictly for the camera.”

“Come on,” Leah baited her. “Admit there were times when the temperature heated up between you two.”

“I admit he made our love scenes look passionate, but that’s because he’s a good actor.”

“Whatever you say.” Leah emphatically didn’t believe her. At Alex’s approach, the skin prickled on the back of Reese’s neck.

“Good morning, ladies. Brushing up on your lines?” he asked in his deep, cultured voice. He spoke with a slight Greek accent but saved his deep Italian accent for the camera.