CHAPTER 36
VIOLET
Oh hell, oh hell, oh hell.
How much had Dawson seen? He hadn’t been present when we started the final scene, that was for sure, but when I opened my eyes, there he was, holding the robe I’d kept as a memento of our night together, watching while I pretended to have s*x with another man. And I’d called Kane by Dawson’s freaking name! It was obvious who I’d been thinking of, and now Dawson looked pissed. Really pissed. His jaw was rigid.
Don’t cry, Violet.
At least, not until I got into the trailer. I needed to shower because I was covered in Kane’s sweat, and I needed to brush my teeth because he’d eaten blue cheese for lunch. But first, I needed to drink that vodka.
I practically sprinted off set with Dawson following, and I didn’t even stop when I lost a ballet pum
