Teagan inhaled slowly, trying to find her center. Trying to find any place of peace when all she felt was anxiety. Nerves tumbled through her as her stomach somersaulted.

“Ready?” Mario called out from off stage, slightly behind the cameraman. “We’re starting from the top of page forty-seven.”

She nodded, glancing right at where Reed and Elena were standing. Their arms were linked and they were posed, ready to begin the group dance number. There were six people on set, and each had a part to play in the intricate dance Teagan had choreographed for the vineyard.

She’d never for a second thought she’d be one of the dancers doing it.

Reed glanced over at her, catching her eye. He winked.

The nerves in her belly slowed, and the smiled, despite herself. His confidence in her had a calming effect, and as she thought about it, she realized that she should be the least nervous one on this set. She’d practiced this routine dozens of times while she was creating it. She knew it better than anyone.

Mario signaled the entire set. “Action!”

Teagan pressed forward on her toes, taking care to stay on her mark. Music suddenly filled the air, and they were off. Waiting for her partner to make his move, she shook her shoulders in rhythm to the beat. He stretched out one arm toward her—a tall, beefy young man who she’d enjoyed training because he was certainly talented. Unfortunately, he was also incredibly dimwitted and couldn’t hold a simple conversation without staring down her shirt.

She took his hand and let him twirl her into his chest, pretending to swoon as she kicked up her legs to rest on his thigh. He balanced her there for a moment, and then with the beat, she pretended to fall to the floor.

Excitement pounded in Teagan’s chest with every movement, every turn, every placement of her foot. It was all a dance she’d done before in practice, but there was something exponentially different about being on stage…on camera. There was a fire inside her that felt like it’d been put out for so long and was finally roaring back to life.

Her back on the vineyard’s dirt ground, she kicked up her legs in time to the other female dancers doing the same thing. They moved in rhythm together, each leg perfectly coordinated as they circled in tangent.

She could see Elena’s feet moving with hers, and spotted Reed performing his solo routine perfectly. Pride welled inside her that not only was he so talented, but that those were her moves. And now she was beside him, sharing the stage with the man she…liked a lot.

It felt like they were doing this together, and somehow that made it seem even more special than she already felt.

Popping back up to her feet, Teagan leaped into her partner’s arms and let him swing her around his body until they landed, faces inches apart and staring at one another as the music came to a close. Their chests were heaving with the extreme workout of the dance, and it looked like they were seconds away from kissing one another.

“And scene!” Mario yelled out. “Damn. I really believed you all wanted to fuck each other just then.”

Teagan glanced over at Reed. Elena’s hand was on his face, and her lips inches from his. Damn, they really did look like they were about to make out. She took a deep breath, exhaling it forcefully in an attempt to push away the thoughts of jealousy. It took her reminding herself sometimes to remember that he was only acting.

Despite not liking that image, Teagan couldn’t put a damper on the pride she was feeling at her first performance. Her smile seemed permanently plastered to her lips, and she, very literally, felt like she was dancing on air. Years and years of physical therapy had left her thinking that this was never going to happen for her—that it wasn’t possible.

But here she was, doing the impossible. And it felt freaking amazing.

Reed stepped backward, clapping his hands. “I think that’s the best one we’ve filmed yet.” He looked over at Teagan, giving her a wicked grin.

Her stomach somersaulted again, but for an entirely different reason. She began walking toward him, wanting to congratulate him on how well he’d done.

Elena suddenly tossed her arms around his neck and hopped into his embrace, her legs wrapping around his back. He grabbed her, mainly to keep her from falling over, but looked startled. “Reed, you were fantastic!” She placed a big kiss on his cheek and wiggled her hips.

Reed held her waist and removed her from his body like he was unpeeling sticky Velcro. “Uh, thanks.”

She pouted then grinned as she was back on her own two feet again. “Want to go grab some wine? Get in the mood for our next scene together?”

“Actually, he already has plans,” Teagan interrupted, sliding her hand into Reed’s. His fingers automatically intertwined with hers, and she gave Elena the bitchiest look she could muster up.

“I think Reed can talk for himself, don’t you?” Elena cooed in as cutesy of a voice as possible.

Reed looked uncomfortable, but smiled at Teagan. “Actually, Teag can talk for me anytime she wants. I’d follow her around like a puppy dog if she’d let me.”

“Oh.” Elena looked confused at that answer. “Well, you know where my trailer is. Give my door a knock if you change your mind.”

Reed stepped closer to the blonde starlet, lowering his voice. “Elena, I think it’s best if we just keep things professional.”

Teagan loved the way he not only clarified his boundaries, but did it quietly so as to not embarrass Elena. Granted, Teagan was fine with Elena being embarrassed, but she loved his compassion. It was a side of him she hadn’t seen until recently, and she found herself captivated by all these new sides to him.

“Yeah, of course,” Elena murmured, ducking her head. “I’d never think otherwise. I was just being friendly.” She walked away quickly, leaving them alone on set.

Reed took Teagan’s hand again, lifting it to his lips and kissing the back. “Was that jealousy, Ms. Reynolds?”

Her cheeks flushed with heat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Is that so?” Reed lifted one brow, stepping closer to her and leaning in to whisper in her ear. “When I saw you dancing—pressed against that other man—I was jealous as hell.”

Teagan’s tongue slid across her lower lip, her breath quickening. “Maybe I was pretending he was you…”

Reed growled underneath his breath, his eyes fiery. “If we weren’t about to start filming the next scene in five minutes, I’d be taking you right back to my trailer.”

Teagan laughed, winking at him. “Promises, promises.”