One Step at a Time

Chapter Eight

Edie sat on the couch, phone in hand as she chewed on the inside of her lip. News of the damage to the studio had gone public and she'd made a video on the attack for the studio's social media.

In the video, she'd asked for studio space for herself and others to practice, and she was already getting responses.

Meanwhile Tom sat in his office, at his laptop. He was going through his emails and responding to his agent about his latest role. Shooting was getting closer, but he was thankful that he would be staying in London for most of it.

Getting up off of the couch, Edie walked to his office and knocked gently before she turned her phone to him as she walked in. "Look how many comments I have... it's incredible."

Tom looked up and squinted slightly before grabbing his glasses to see better. "Wow. That's quite a few."

"Offers for studio space are coming in too... which is good because I need to dance. I'm getting squirrely."

He chuckled and leaned back in his seat. "Squirrely, huh?"

"Yes," Edie said with a breathy laugh in her voice. "I need to move my body to music."

Tom thought for a moment. "I could... push back the couch in the living room? So you have some space?"

She thought about it, pursing her lips as she pictured the room. "That might work... for the short term, anyway."

"We'll find you a space, I promise," he told her. Tom stood and wrapped his arms around her. "Even if I have to build one myself."

"People are offering it up, I just have to go through the offers and decide what works," she told him with a gentle smile as she looked up at him. "And the renovations to the studio should start soon."

"I'm glad you finally let me help with those," he smiled.

Edie smirked a little at herself. "Just had to let my stubbornness fade," she admitted. "But things are happening... I just have to keep myself from going crazy until the studio is back up."

Tom pulled her in for a gentle kiss. "Hopefully, I can help with that."

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "You definitely can," she assured him with a bright smile. "I need to do something, get some energy out... want to go for a run?"

"Hmm... a run sounds nice," he agreed. "Could bring Bob."

"Bring a good leash. I can catch him but not if I have to chase him," he teased. she replied.

Tom chuckled softly. "I have a good one. A running harness too."

"Perfect," she said with a smile. "I'll go change."

"I'll put on a pair of shorts," he nodded.

She raised up on her toes to kiss him before she bounded out of the room to go change. She'd been at Tom's so much lately; she'd have to go home soon to grab more clothes.

Following after her, Tom chuckled as he heard Bob bounding down the hall to chase her. "You have a duckling!"

"Come on, Bob!" she called, laughing as the dog ran ahead of her into the bedroom. "Someone else is excited for their run!"

Tom soon walked into the bedroom as well, going to his dresser. "He loves going for a run. It's his favorite thing."

Edie went through the bag of clothes she had sitting in the corner of his room, Bobby sniffing around. "I'm going to have to go home tonight, maybe," she sighed. "Soon, at least."

Tom furrowed his brow. "Do you need to do laundry?" He asked curiously while changing.

"Yes. And probably get some new clothes. You've seen me in everything I have here more than once," she replied, pulling on a sports bra to run in.