“I would if I’d seen you any time in the last month. As it is, I’ve gotta get what I can of your presence before you have to go back to work.” She sighed a little and pressed her face to his chest. “I only mind because I miss you.”
“You knew the dangers of dating someone who’s as busy with their work as I am. There are going to be times where you won’t see me for days at a time.” Even though he knew it was true, Robert couldn’t hide the feeling he had inside. How much he hated the fact he was away for so long at a time. “So, I can understand why you have to take the chances you can get.”
“Days aren’t so hard. Weeks are hard.” Summer’s voice was muffled against his shirt. “Tell me you miss me. Tell me you want to see me.” She looked up at his face, resting his chin on his chest. “Love you.”
“I want to see you every minute I’m away. I just quell the feeling so I can focus on the job at hand.” It felt rude, it sounded rude, but truthfully, it helped him out. Unwanted emotions on set weren’t all that valuable and usually caused more harm than good. “That’s why I’m thinking that maybe I should just take you with me when I leave. I did it before with my ex-wife, and I still do it with Indio.”
Summer’s eyes went huge. “You … do? You do.” She squeezed him, smiling shakily and blushing hard. “Oh, Robert. I wish you could. I have a job, though. I have to be in New York sometimes. I can’t always telecommute.” It was upsetting, having to crush his hopes, and her own, but her job was important to her just like his was to him. “And who would take care of my cats?”
She chewed on her lip, trying to think of something she could offer him. “I can come visit you a lot, though. Getting places isn’t a problem. You just have to ask me.”