“Again,” Neal said, late that night, glancing at the script sitting on the sewing machine table. He read Christmas Present’s lines, waiting for Galen to respond with Scrooge’s lines.
After a second’s hesitation, Galen did—and got them right this time. They continued on through the scene with only one more minor mishap.
“That does it for Act One.” Neal closed the script, returning his full concentration to the dress he was creating for one of the party goers.
“Thanks for your help,” Galen replied, glancing at the time. “Damn, it’s past midnight.”
Neal looked at him, winking. “Time for the Ghost of Christmas Future to appear.”
Galen snorted. “Hadn’t better. I’ll cold-c**k him.” He stretched, then bent to touch his toes, giving Neal what he considered a very nice view of Galen’s ass.
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