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gaze and shrugged, her cheeks suddenly rosy red.  He zipped the coveralls the rest of the way before stepping close with a relieved smile.  She took a half-step back, her eyes wide.
    He took hold of her face with both hands and planted a kiss on her forehead.  “Finally…you did something right.  We just might make it out of here.”
    A frown creased her brow, accompanied by a look of chagrin.  To forestall the expected argument, he took off his cap, put it on her head, and tugged it low over her face.  Hopefully the coveralls and his two-day scruff would be enough to throw anyone off.  And now that he knew they weren’t looking for him, too, his plan had a better chance of succeeding.
    He took his jacket from her and draped it around her stiff-set shoulders.  A nudge toward the door met with resistance, but he pushed harder.  “Listen up, girlfriend Cara.  You just found out you’re pregnant and came to tell me here at work.  Your parents had forbidden us to see each other and your father hates me, so naturally, you’re crying at the thought of having to tell them.  I’ll hug you close and escort you outside to my car, and we’re home free.”
    Her blue eyes were full of apprehension.  “You make it sound easy.”
    “It will be.  Just act like you’re devastated.”
    He reached for the door.  Her hand secured a vice grip on his.
    “I don’t understand.  How will anyone know what you just told me?”
    Trent held back a growl of irritation, pulled free of her grip and swiped his damp palm along the side of his costume.  A square shape in one of the pockets caught his attention.  “It’s back story, baby, so you can act the part better.”
    “Oh, right—back story.  I forgot.”
    He shook a cigarette from the pack of smokes he’d discovered and lit it with the accompanying lighter.  “What do you mean, you forgot?”
    “Nothing.”
    Trent squinted through the smoke curling up between them, wondering about her sudden clipped tone.  Her eyes had taken on a bleak, haunted look.  He wanted to ask her about it, but they had to get their butts moving.
    “You smoke?”
    He frowned at her disapproving, wrinkled-up nose.  Seriously?   “My character does.  And he’s just a tad bit stressed at the moment.”
    “Oh.”
    He tucked the pack back in his pocket, took a drag, fought a cough, and exhaled.
    Show time .
    Halli watched Trent reach for the door, her pulse pumping in permanent overdrive—pretty much since the moment she’d met him.  At the last second, she put her hand over his on the door knob.
    “Just don’t smile, okay?”
    He looked at her like she was crazy.  “You’re upset, you’ve just told me you’re pregnant and your father will kill me if he finds out.  Why on earth would I smile?”
    Great, now she felt like an idiot.  “I don’t know.  I just thought you should know your smile is very recognizable.”
    His lips curved into the exact smile she’d seen countless times over the past ten years.  His perfect, white, famous smile.  “Thanks for the reminder.”  The smile disappeared in the blink of an eye.  “Now start crying.”
    She took a deep breath as he opened the door.  Trent’s immediate stream of fluent, dramatic Italian threw her for a moment, but she focused on the part he’d asked her to play.  Fear of never seeing Ben and Rachel again and of getting caught by the man from the villa welled real tears in her eyes.  A blink spilled them over the edge of her lashes, down her face.  She added a soft sob when Trent put an arm around her and drew her close.
    Because she didn’t understand a word he said, all she could do was cry, her face buried against his chest while he led her toward the exit.  The strong scent of bleach from the coveralls filled her nostrils.  He’d smelled better in the car.
    Voices from one of the upcoming corridors robbed her of any smidgeon of security his embrace gave her.  She tensed.  Trent’s hold tightened,