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better in it. A jacket was lying across her knees, as if she hadn’t quite managed to put it on.
    Just when Crash was about to get worried, Jill’s lips parted and she started snoring so loudly that it could be heard even through the closed car door.
    Relieved laughter burst from Crash’s lips. She watched her for a while. Jill looked so cute—not to mention exhausted—that Crash hated to wake her. But she had no choice. Ben and the rest of the crew were waiting.
    Softly, she knocked on the side window.
    The snoring instantly stopped. Jill’s head jerked up, and she smashed her knee into the steering wheel. She rubbed her leg and looked around as if needing a few seconds to remember where she was.
    When their gazes met, Crash grinned and gave a sheepish wave.
    Jill opened the door and climbed out of the car, still looking half asleep.
    â€œNot used to staying up all night?” Crash asked and then shook her head at herself. You’d better cut out the teasing—and the flirting—before she gets mad again.
    â€œSomething like that,” Jill mumbled.
    â€œSorry to wake you, but everyone’s waiting.” They headed toward the set.
    â€œI’m fine,” Jill said. “You can let go.”
    Puzzled, Crash peered over at her and only then realized that she’d taken hold of Jill’s elbow to safely guide her through the darkness. She quickly let go.

    Jill crossed the parking lot as fast as she could. The knee-length drawers didn’t allow her to wear her foot brace today, so she couldn’t outrun Crash.
    It was bad enough that the damn fatigue had made her fall asleep while at work, but why did it have to be Crash of all people who found her? The stuntwoman already thought she was a spoiled diva who didn’t pull her own weight on the set.
    â€œJill?” Crash said as they were about to step into the circle of light surrounding the tents.
    Jill just wanted to get back to work. Annoyed—more with herself and her fatigue than with Crash—she turned around. “What?”
    â€œI…I really am sorry.”
    â€œNo big deal,” Jill said with a wave of her hand. “I wasn’t really asleep, just resting my eyes for a second.”
    â€œNot for waking you. For saying…what I did about you. It was a stupid assumption to make, and I’d like to leave it behind us.”
    The faint light and the distance between them made it hard to make out her expression, but her words sounded honest. Either she was a better actress than Jill had given her credit for, or she could be taken at face value.
    â€œSo?” Crash held out her hand. “Do you accept my apology?”
    Jill took two steps toward her so she could see her better. She glanced down at Crash’s hand and then back up at her face.
    Traditionally, blue eyes were thought of as cold, but Crash’s looked warm and sincere.
    â€œApology accepted,” Jill said and laid her hand into Crash’s.
    Crash’s strong fingers cradled hers carefully. The simple touch felt unexpectedly good, reminding Jill how long it had been since a woman had held her hand.
    Quickly, she pulled her hand away, not allowing herself to linger. “We need to get back to the set,” she said and marched off without waiting for Crash’s reply.

    Once they reached the set, Ben called Jill over to show her the sequence of motions that she would need to execute so the camera could capture her face during the fight with the looter. “He enters and finds you in the tent, asleep in the middle of the medical supplies. When you don’t move out of the way, he shoves you back to get to the supplies. You stumble backward and fall.” He pointed to the mat they’d set up in one of the tents. “Crash will do that part. One of your hands finds a broken-off branch on the ground, and you grab it as you get back up. You take a swing at him, but he blocks it and the two of you