Free Starstruck: Hollywood Heat, Book 3 by Ashleigh Raine

names being tossed about.” She lifted one shoulder in an apologetic shrug. “But I’m hearing your name and Crystal’s being bandied around the most.”
    Micah nodded. He should’ve been more upset, but strangely he wasn’t. His life would be a hundred times better if he didn’t have to work with the poison that was Crystal. If that meant he was out of a job, so be it. His agent would find him more work. Jack was a hothead bulldog driven by the paycheck.
    “We’re going again, everyone!” Steve yelled, and Micah didn’t have time to think about it anymore.
    Later that night, he could only hope that Delilah was right about the writers killing off either him or Crystal. He’d spent the last five hours on a grueling surgery scene with tons of fake blood and equipment, Crystal couldn’t remember a two-word line, let alone a complete sentence, and the props were malfunctioning. Sayid was so pissed off, Micah wouldn’t be surprised if real blood soon joined all the fake blood being spilled.
    While Sayid ripped into the special-effects crew and the script supervisor walked Crystal through the lines she kept flubbing, Micah pulled out his phone. The photo waiting for him made the hell of the last few hours fade into the background.
    Jenna had taken the picture herself while sitting at her dressing table at Stars, her back to the mirror, the roses he’d sent filling up the tiny space. The card he’d included stuck out of the top of the flowers, his words visible even in the small image: I miss your smile. M.
    She beamed at him, her sweet eyes lit with happiness. In the hand not holding her phone, she displayed a piece of paper handwritten with the words: I’m smiling because of you.
    When Jenna’s text arrived Friday morning, Micah was reminded of how fast news traveled in this town.
    I just heard on the radio that Sexy M.D. got picked up for S5. Congratulations! We’ll celebrate tomorrow night.
    Everyone else on set was in good spirits knowing they’d most likely be employed for another year, although the rumors of the game-changing finale with a major character’s death still lingered. Jenna couldn’t know that the renewal didn’t necessarily mean he’d have a job next year.
    He typed out a quick reply: I just want to celebrate you.
    The next time he looked at the phone, Jenna’s text brightened his day: Is it Saturday night yet?

Chapter Seven
    Jenna’s apartment complex hadn’t changed since Micah had left here four days ago—the dingy mattresses still sagged against the dumpsters, Oscar and company were still adding empty beer cans to the piles on the hoods of the junked cars, and the hallway still smelled of tortillas and cleaning products—yet he felt more at ease this time as he walked to her door. He fully realized this was because of Jenna. Right now he would walk through a war zone to get to her, he wanted to see her so damn much.
    Kiss her so damn much.
    Make love to her so damn much.
    Yeah, he’d missed her over the seemingly endless last few days.
    He knocked on her door. Within a couple seconds chains rattled, locks clinked, the door opened, and he knew that so damn much didn’t begin to cover the extent of his need for her.
    “Hey, you.” Her joy, laughter and happiness radiated over him. The flowers in his hand suddenly felt lacking, too simple to properly convey all the things he felt. He’d give her the world if it meant she’d never stop looking at him that way.
    The flowers would have to do though, at least for now.
    “Hey, gorgeous girl,” he said.
    Her face lit up even more as she took the bouquet he offered. Closing her eyes, she leaned into the flowers and inhaled. “You’re spoiling me,” she whispered, her eyes coming back open, bright blue shining over the peach, pink and red blossoms.
    And it hit him, right then and there, like a lightning strike out of nowhere, making his heart race and his chest pull tight. These feelings he had for her…this wasn’t a fleeting