“Perchance to dream, Jenna.”

She smiled, biting the corner of her lip, exactly where his fingers had been only moments before. He reached up to touch her hair.

“Careful of the wig,” she joked.

“And with that sugar addiction of yours, I figured Valentine’s Day candy was a given.”

“Oh, you know me so well, Mr. Hughes.” Jenna fanned herself coquettishly.

He smiled. Trevor tossed the container aside and scooped Jenna into his arms. He held her tight.

“It feels like the nunnery scene.” Jenna’s voice was soft and breathy.

“Yes, but does this happen in the nunnery scene?” Trevor pulled her closer to him and his lips nearly brushed against hers.

“Maybe it should?”

“Are you telling me…?” Trevor studied her, his gaze locked on hers. “You want me to—?”

The stage manager stuck his head through the door. “Hamlet? Ophelia? Places, please.”

Her body ached as he released her.

“Damn it.” Trevor shook his head, jumping up and down in place. He stopped and smiled at Jenna, taking her hand and kissing it, before letting go. “Here we go.”

“Break a leg, Trevor.” She smiled at him, adrenaline rushing through her.

“You too, Jenna.”

She made her way to the door and turned back. “Trevor? Here’s to not sucking and having to do dinner theatre in the middle of nowhere.”

Chuckling, Trevor tossed his head back and Jenna scooted out the door.