“Why wouldn’t I?” Becca asked pulling out a chair.  Sitting down, staring at Quin with her good eye.

            Joss motioned for one of the camera’s to pan in, wanting to get more reaction shots, needing to know if the chemistry was good enough. 

            “Because you ate a salad at Manny’s?” offered Quin, a wry grin playing on her lips.

            Becca grabbed her ribs, “It was in the middle of the night!  I can’t eat a cheese burger…,” began Becca her tone filled with aghast.  She then saw the look that Quin was giving her.  Black coal eyes batted at her, thinking that the contact lenses made her look even more stunning.  Pausing, knowing the next line, hoping that Quin delivered it with just the right gusto.

            “Would it spoil that figure of yours?” quipped Quin off handedly nailing the sarcasm and clever remarks that Becca knew peppered the whole book, the whole character of Leigh.  Becca tossed her a look. 

            Joss grinned, it was there, that hot spark that Becca could produce with almost anyone, and she felt almost giddy.  Then the other emotions that she always had to battle with when I came to watching her girlfriend work, the jealousy.

            “Fuck you!” Becca bantered back, trying not to fall into a fit of giggles.  Getting up again from her chair and began to walk around the kitchen checking everything out.  Old cast iron skillets and new stainless steel pots decorated vastness of the kitchen.  Becca let her hands drift up and touch one of the pots that hung down before her, making it swing lightly. 

            Joss watched the monitor, the cameraman, Chris, had focused in on Becca touching the pot, her face playing an exquisite array of emotions as she did.

            “You wish!” countered Quin after a few moments of thought and Becca slapped the table as she moved back to it, holding in the tears.  Leaning on the table, Becca looked over at Quin.

            “No, I don’t wish,” said Becca seriously, batting her eyes, trying to keep that hot lustful emotion out of her voice.

            Quin pretended to be shocked, her hands flying to her heart, as if shot.  Then with a chuckle, she bent to take the meal out of the oven, biting her lip, “Thought so.”