Page 34 of Love Unscripted
Aaron studied her face, seeming to weigh her intent.
And whatwasher intent? Private time with him of course.
“Camille,” he said slowly, “I appreciate your hospitality. But if we want this to last every week, we need to keep it simple. The moment we add commutes, it’ll be harder to commit.”
She tilted her head, reluctant but listening. “So you’d rather keep it here? Among trailers and noise, and people to distract us?”
“Yes,” he said firmly. Then, softening, “It’s not the setting that matters—our focus will be on the Word. Besides, the studio clears out by six-thirty. It’ll be quiet enough. Just an hour.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly, as she considered his reasoning. Finally, she exhaled and nodded. “Alright. On set, after wrap. But promise me one thing?”
“What’s that?”
“One day—maybe a weekend—let me host you.”
He smiled faintly. “Weekends aren’t really mine. I try to maximize time with Madison. Most days I drop her off at my parents even before she has had breakfast and then when I pick her up she sometimes drops to sleep before we get home.”
“Oh.” She winced. “I didn’t think of that. Of course. That comes first.”
“It does. But we’ll see what’s possible.”
She nodded stamping down her disappointment.
“I’ve got to go,” he said, glancing past her. “Adam’s here to meet me.”
She looked over her shoulder. The resemblance between the two men was unmistakable. She had noticed it at the art gallery but it seemed more obvious now. Same height, same build—though Adam carried himself with a casual edge that Aaron didn’t.
“Hey Adam,” Camille called with a pleasant smile.
Aaron waved Adam over.
“Are the two of you twins?” she asked.
“No, he’s my little brother,” Aaron quipped.
Adam rolled his eyes. “Don’t listen to him. We were born at the same time.”
“Not true. He’s three minutes my junior,” Aaron said solemnly.
Camille laughed. “So youaretwins.”
“We’re actually triplets,” the two men said in unison.
“Damian? But he looks younger.”
“No not Damian. Alexandra is the third member of this terrific trio, as my mother refers to us.”
“Oh, wow! That’s awesome. Well, Adam, I hope your ‘big’ brother didn’t take advantage of you growing up.”
Adam grinned. “Nah. Every now and then he’d let that three-minute start go to his head, but I’d put him back in his place.”
“Alright,” Aaron said, tugging Adam away. “Let’s go. That’s enough of that.”
He waved back at Camille. “See you.”
She chuckled softly as they walked off, watching them with a wistful smile. There was something quietly beautiful about their easy banter, their shared history, their affection without strain.
She’d never known that kind of ease. She was an only child raised by two players—smart, charming, perpetually alert. Love in her house had always come bundled with effort. You earned attention. You managed moods. You stayed useful.
