“Was I too rough with you last night?”
Bianca snuggled deeper into him, still staring at her phone. “No. You were perfect.”
Adam stretched his legs onto the coffee table and settled her more securely against him, feeling more content than he had in far too long. “What are you doing?”
“I need to call my cousin Randi. I hate to let her down, but I’m not sure what to do.”
“Who’s your cousin Randi?”
Bianca tipped her face up and kissed beneath his jaw. “She owns the production company I’m working for. This is her first film, and she’s put a lot of money into it. I let her down.” She shivered, sadness radiating from her.
Adam tucked the blanket over them. “What do you mean?”
“I couldn’t find the ranch.” She sounded defeated.
He closed his eyes briefly. “This is for your cousin’s movie?”
“Yeah. I have a couple of secondary locations, and the studio’s ready for filming, but the ranch setting… I couldn’t make it work.”
Adam exhaled. “You can use my ranch.” The words were out before he could stop them, and a headache immediately followed.
Bianca jerked upright and drew back to look at him. “What?”
“You can use my ranch,” he repeated, more firmly this time, even though he wasn’t remotely looking forward to having people running all over his property. Not to mention the ribbing he’d get from his friends.
Her lashes lowered. “I can’t ask you to do that.”
Adam laughed softly. “Seriously?”
She smiled faintly. “Yeah. Just because we slept together?—”
He sighed and glanced out the window toward his peaceful yard stretching down toward the creek. “I screwed up your deal with the Willoughbys because we really don’t need that kind of activity where our ranches meet,” he said. “But I don’t do much ranching near this house.”
Excitement lit her face instantly. “Are you serious? Do you mean it?”
“Yes. But you get one week. Seven days. No more.”
“We can do that,” she rushed. “In and out. Totally.”
He was such a sucker. “Okay.”
She bit her lip. “Counterproposal.”
“What?”
Her eyes gleamed. “I get to plant flowers and bushes around your house and by that barn I saw.”
“Knock yourself out.” He didn’t mind that at all. “Mrs. Poppins, Mrs. Hudson, and Mrs. Schiller get to be extras.”
Bianca smiled. “I’ll get them in whenever I can, but you know my limitations.”
“I know. But even if they just think they’re being filmed, give them a chance.”
“I will. I promise.” She shifted onto his lap and smiled down at him, radiating happiness. “If I make sure they’re at least filmed, if not in the final movie, can we film once at the bar? Just one total day. We’ll be done before the bar opens at seven. Please?” The words came so fast he had trouble following them.
He dropped his head back against the sofa. “Okay. One day only at the bar, but you change the name. I don’t want it to say Adam’s. I don’t want tourists coming here. I want a completely different name and a different look out front.”
“Hm.” She tapped a finger against her lips. “I can do that. We can change the name and have the prop guys build a different front so nobody recognizes it.”