Method Acting: An opposites attract, found family romance (Center Stage Book 2) by Adele Buck

Author:Adele Buck [Buck, Adele]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Quiet Confidence Press
Published: 2021-04-15T18:30:00+00:00

Colin trailed after Alicia as she continued down the path, feeling weak with relief. He wasn’t really paying attention to where they were going, so he was startled by a replica of the entry to a Paris Métro station standing in front of a glassed-in café. Glancing from the elaborate Art Nouveau railings and overhead sign to the café, he realized why he hadn’t noticed the station-entry-as-art-installation as they approached. The ironwork holding the panes of glass in place for the café echoed the sinuous, organic curves of the Métro piece. The art had literally blended with the outer wall of the restaurant until he was almost on top of it all.

“This is beautiful,” he said, his voice reverent. The interior of the railing, instead of leading to a staircase down to an underground train, housed a level seating area. The ironwork seemed strange, divorced from its original purpose, but it was still a masterwork of natural shapes, organic tendrils reaching up to support light fixtures and a sign proclaiming “Métropolitain” in distinctive Art Nouveau script.

“I thought you’d like it.” Alicia’s voice came from behind him, and he turned to look at her. She seemed calmer, but still…off. Something he couldn’t put his finger on.

“Is something still wrong?” He tilted his head, considering her stiff posture, the way she was still fidgeting, one thumb rubbing a finger.

Alicia’s chin lifted, and Colin turned more fully to her. “What is it?” he asked.

Her mouth worked. “I’m sorry.”

Colin looked at her, baffled. “For what?”

Her eyelids fluttered briefly, blinking, looking somewhere to the right of his hip. “The imitation of you. It wasn’t fair.”

Ah. The jab of pain he had felt at how she had reached back into his past and showed it as his possible future—or maybe worse, present—poked him again.

She went on, jamming her hands into her pockets. “It was…I shouldn’t have done it. I’m sorry."

Colin frowned. “Are you apologizing twice?”

Alicia’s jaw clenched, but her eyes finally met his. “Maybe. Did I hurt you?”

He thought about it. Yes, it had hurt. But the pain had come from the fact that he had recognized a kernel of truth in her impersonation. “Yes. But you weren’t necessarily wrong in what you saw.”

“I was wrong to…do that, though. It was cheap.”

Colin rubbed his chin. “It was effective.”

Her brows came together. “How? What do you mean?”

“I heard my late grandfather loud and clear. And you never met the man. So, the Oscar goes to Miss Alicia Johnson. Best performance of a dead man.”

Alicia bit her lip. “Are you okay?”

Colin extended a hand. After a slight hesitation, Alicia took her fist out of her pocket and slid her palm into his. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her, feeling her breathe deeply. “We’re okay, I think.”

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