Thrill Me. Susan MalleryЧитать онлайн книгу.
its own reward. And if he’d known how rare a mouth like hers was, he would have done it even more.
“Del?”
He swore silently and pushed the memories away. “In Fool’s Gold, you can taste wine.”
She motioned for him to do it again.
He said the line three more times, using different inflections, sometimes smiling, sometimes not. When they were done, he glanced at the sunrise.
“We should have that over my shoulder,” he said. “It would be a great shot.”
She glanced to where he pointed, then shook her head. “Too much light. I can’t control it with the equipment I have with me. Plus, the way the sun is angled will mean shifting the picture so the eye line will be off.”
“It’s a great shot,” he repeated. “We should try it.” When she didn’t answer, he added, “I’ve done some shooting of my own, Maya. I know what I’m talking about.”
He waited for her to say something like his amateur shoots were nothing compared to her professional experience. He had a feeling that in her position, that was what he would have been saying.
“Fine,” she said at last. “We’ll do it my way, then we’ll do it your way. Once we’re back in the studio and editing, we’ll see what’s what. Fair enough?”
He nodded.
They shifted the equipment so that the sun was over his shoulder, then he put his foot up on the trunk and raised his glass of wine.
“I’m thinking about coffee this time,” he told her as she reached for the clapperboard. “Lots and lots of coffee.”
She laughed and called for action.
* * *
MAYA WAS STILL tired when she walked into The Fox and Hound to meet Elaine for lunch. The previous day’s photo shoot had gone until sunset. They’d gotten some great footage, but today she was wiped out. She was sure Del was equally tired. Posing in front of a camera didn’t sound like work, but it required complete focus, not to mention a lot of standing. By the end of the day, her brain was fuzzy and her back hurting and she was sure he felt a lot of the same. Today she was playing catch-up and tomorrow would be all about the editing. She was curious to see how their shooting styles would translate onto the screen.
She wanted to say she knew her stuff would be better, but she’d been in the business long enough to know it wasn’t always possible to judge. Sometimes the unexpected jumped out at the viewer. Not often, of course, but sometimes. Del could surprise her.
She smiled when she saw her friend had already been seated at a booth.
“Hi,” she said as she sat across from Elaine. “How’s it going?”
Before Elaine could answer, their waitress walked over. Maya studied the sixty-something woman and tried to hold in a grin. It seemed that in the past ten years, Wilma hadn’t changed a bit.
She still wore her hair short, with glasses perched on her nose. She snapped gum and looked ready to take on the world.
“You’re back,” she said to Maya, then nodded at Elaine. “We’re doing a new roast beef sandwich with a horseradish cream. The bread is from the bakery. Trust me, order that, or you’re an idiot. What would you like to drink?”
They both ordered iced tea.
“I’ll give you a minute to look over the menu,” Wilma said with a sigh. “Not everyone listens to me.”
When she’d walked away, Maya leaned toward her friend. “I think I’m getting the roast beef sandwich.”
“Me, too. How was the photo shoot yesterday?”
“Good. Long.” Maya shook her head. “Your son can be stubborn. He seems to have forgotten I’m in the business. He had ideas about every location.”
“Good ones?”
“We’ll see when we start editing.”
Elaine smiled. “I can tell by your tone, you’re thinking he’s made some bad choices.”
“They’re his to make. As I said, we’ll see. Maybe he’s secretly brilliant.”
“If he is, he wouldn’t make a secret of it. Trust me, none of my boys would.”
Wilma returned with their iced teas. As Elaine ordered the sandwich, Maya noticed there were shadows under her eyes. She studied the other woman more closely and couldn’t help thinking she seemed tired. No, not tired. But there was something off.
Maya waited until their waitress had given them a choice between fruit, chips or fries and then walked away. She picked up her tea, put it down, then decided to simply spit it out.
“Are you okay?” she asked, doing her best to keep her voice from sounding abrupt. “Tell me I’m crazy, but I feel like something isn’t right.”
Elaine’s eyes widened. “Why would you say that?”
“I have no idea. Am I wrong?”
The other woman hesitated just long enough for Maya to realize she’d stumbled on the truth. Even if she didn’t know what it was.
“Tell me,” she said gently. “Please.”
Elaine nodded. “I hadn’t planned on saying anything to anyone. You weren’t supposed to guess.”
Normally Maya would have made a joke about being perceptive, but somehow this didn’t seem like the right time.
“I need you to promise not to say a word to anyone,” her friend continued. “I mean it, Maya. You have to swear.”
Maya was clear on the danger of making a promise without having all the facts. Even so, she didn’t hesitate. “I promise I will keep your secret for as long as you tell me to. No matter what it is.”
“Thank you.” Elaine gave her a shaky smile that faded quickly. “I have breast cancer. The tumor is small and was caught early, but still. Cancer.”
Maya’s stomach tightened as she did her best not to visibly react. Fear for her friend ripped through her. She reached across the table and grabbed Elaine’s hand. “What? No. I’m so sorry. What can I do to help? How can I make this better?”
“By keeping my secret.”
Maya drew in a breath. “You’re not telling Ceallach?” she asked in a whisper.
“No. Or the boys. I don’t want them to know. They won’t take it well. You know they won’t. The last thing I need right now is to be making them feel better. I just want to get through it.”
Maya nodded, even if she didn’t agree with the decision. Elaine would need support from more than her. She was dealing with a scary diagnosis and the treatment that would follow.
Elaine explained how her routine mammogram had detected a small mass. It had been biopsied and she’d gotten the diagnosis. She paused as Wilma returned with their lunches.
“Eat up,” the older woman instructed before leaving.
Maya stared at her sandwich and knew she would have to take it home.
“We have to eat,” Elaine told her. “Not only because Wilma will yell at us if we don’t, but because not eating won’t help me. We’re both going to need our strength.”
“Okay.” Maya reluctantly took a bite. “So what’s the treatment plan?”
“A lumpectomy followed by six weeks of radiation.”
“You have to tell them,” Maya said quietly. “They need to know.”
“They don’t. Maya, I appreciate what you’re saying, but this is my decision. I’m going to get through this, then I’ll deal with my family.”