Speaking of which, Ethan was starting to stir. Sitting up from the sofa cushions, Ethan’s hair stuck straight up at all kinds of angles, his crusty eyes barely blinking awake. He and Finn caught each other’s gaze and the actor smiled drowsily. “Morning,” he yawned.
“Good morning!” Finn made his way towards him, hands behind his back. “Sleep well?”
“Better than I have in a while. It’s nice not to wake up at six A.M. for makeup.”
Pleased with himself, Finn began to pick up the discarded take-out boxes. “Does a cop really wear a lot of makeup?”
“Not a real one. But one going on TV sure does.”
The two laughed at that. There was a comfortable feeling between them. If Finn didn’t know any better, he would have said that they were friends. Seeing Finn start to tidy up, Ethan stood. “Here, le
