And So It Goes (Stevens Book 10)

Chapter 3

Agatha slept the clock around, and she awoke to the sound of a helicopter landing. Stretching, she had a blissful moment of vagueness that came after a deep sleep before her conversation with Merrick came flooding back, and she buried her head under her pillow with a groan.

Had she said everything she remembered saying? The likelihood that Merrick would be attracted to her with all the other beautiful women in the hospital was laughable. He was probably laughing at her, not that he ever laughed, but at the very least, he had to be amused.

Although, he hadn't looked amused.

Agatha worried her bottom lip as she rolled over and looked at the bottom of the bunk above her. Merrick had looked like he had wanted to shake her until her teeth rattled. She remembered his dark eyes, and how they had stared into hers, then she remembered being in the bunker with him as his body pressed against hers and the way his hand had cradled her head as he pressed her face against him.

Merrick might not be attracted to her, but she was definitely attracted to him. Agatha groaned again. Her big mouth! "Thanks, Dad!" she said aloud to the empty room as she threw her pillow to the opposite end of the bed in frustration.

It wasn't just her Dad. Both of her parents were movie stars, and she had grown up in both New York and Los Angeles, in communities where crudeness, especially about sex, was the norm. Her parents and grandparents had done their best to try to block the worst of it, but it was next to impossible to do when you spent all of your time with actors and actor's children.

Sometimes Agatha forgot to turn her filter on, and her conversation with Merrick had been one of those times. However, the more she thought about it, the more she thought that it wasn't totally true. She had given him fair warning. He had chosen to ignore her.

This thought made her feel a little bit better, and she swung her legs out of bed as the door to the dormitory opened.

"You'd better hurry up if you want to catch dinner!" Sherry said as she moved to her bunk and grabbed a tin of something.

Agatha's stomach growled at the thought of food, so she stood and started to dress.

"What's going on out there?" Agatha asked as she shoved her feet into her boots.

"Nothing, so far. We're about to watch a movie, and fingers crossed we get through it this time." Sherry turned to face her, giving her the once over. "You don't look any worse for wear."

"I'm fine," Agatha insisted. "Merrick is convinced I hit my head when I fell." She rolled her eyes.

"He's in a foul mood and has been all day. It's probably lack of sleep." Sherry followed Agatha out of the building. "The movie starts in fifteen minutes. It's 'The One That Got Away,' with Mason Stevens. I'll hold a seat for you if you like."

"Nah, I've seen it," Agatha said, letting her off the hook. "Thanks, though."

They parted ways, and Agatha went to grab something to eat before it was too late. It took almost no time at all to finish her meal, and with nothing else to do since she couldn't work, she wandered over to where the movie was showing.

There before her on the big screen was her father, Mason Stevens, looking adoringly at another actress. It was a romantic comedy which was the genre in which her father excelled. The movie had been released about twenty years earlier when Agatha was eight or nine, and she had to admit her father didn't look much different now. He was aging well.

She watched the movie for a few more minutes, listening to her father's voice, but it was making her homesick for the second time that day, so she turned and left the building, finding a few crates outside away from everyone to sit on.