"What is it Fox? What's wrong?" asked Theresa, concerned as many different possibilities of what the call could have been about ran through her mind.

"Nothing's wrong, just that Jack said we have to re-shoot a few scenes," Fox frowned, defeated by knowing they had to work through the night and the next morning.

"Are you serious? But they promised us that we would have this weekend off."

"Sorry to tell you this, but when it comes to this business, people don't always keep their word.

"I see," Theresa's face fell. Turning to Miguel, "Sorry Migs, I thought I would have more time to hang out with you."

"No worries," Miguel gave Theresa a hug. "I understand. An actress has to do what an actress has to do. You can make it up to me by setting me up with one of your hot actress friends."

"And why would I want to do that?" Theresa countered.

"Because I'm your brother and you love me. Besides, who wouldn't want a piece of me?" Miguel flexed his muscles and gave a cocky smile.

"Ugh...I just proved my point." Theresa stuck out her tongue at her brother. Her inner youth always came out when she was around him.

"Whatever Theresa. I'll drive myself back to your place."

Handing him her keys, she instructed, "Be careful while driving my car."

"Yes mother," Miguel mocked.

Slapping him playfully on the arm, "And don't slouch. It's very unbecoming." A huge grin spread across her face.

"Hey, I don't slouch."

"Sure you don't," Theresa teased. "The hunchback of Notre Dame stands up straighter than you."

"Ha ha very funny. Lets not continue picking on your favorite brother now."

"And who says that's you. I have two great older brothers and then I have you." Theresa pretended to contemplate, "Not much of a comparison when you have to measure up to those two."

"Well in that case I..."

"Sorry to interrupt this bickering, but Theresa we better get going before Jack comes looking for us."

"Right, sorry." Turning her attention back towards Miguel, "Well Migs, I don't know what time I'll be done shooting so just relax and get some rest. I'll see you sometime later tomorrow. Once again, I'm sorry."

"Like I said before, I understand." He gave her a hug before turning to give Fox a firm handshake. "Treat her right," Miguel whispered only loud enough for Fox to hear.

Theresa was definitely going to miss her brother when he had to leave. It was hard to go long lengths of time without seeing her family. This was the first time she left them for over a week and the need to visit them was getting stronger as the days passed by.

Theresa and Fox were exhausted after they finished shooting the scenes. When they went inside the trailer, Theresa stated, "I'm so worn out, I think I'm going to crash here."

"I was just about to say the same thing."

Disbelief washed over her. "What?"

"I said I'm going to crash here too." He pointed to the bed, "That bed is calling my name."

"I don't think the two of us can stay here."

Throwing his hands up, "Fine, you can leave then." Fox was too tired to be a gentleman tonight. He was used to working long hours but it was already six in the morning and he had to be back on the set at eight.

Folding her arms, she huffed, "Figures you'll say something like that. You're not the gentleman most people hope you'd be."

"Look Theresa, I'm tired and in no mood to argue. In any other circumstances I would be happy to give up the bed, but not tonight."

Although she understood where he was coming from, she was still not pleased with the situation. Sharing the same bed with him would only lead to disaster.

"Fine, I'll take the couch."

"Umm...Theresa, don't you remember they took the couch to be reupholstered."

"Great," she said sarcastically. "I'll just sleep on the floor."

"No, you can take the bed and I'll sleep on the floor."

Feeling like an idiot about being so selfish, which was very unlike her, she declared, "You don't have to do that. We're both adults, we can share the bed, but any funny business from you will cause me to give you a Bruce Lee beating." She positioned herself in a stance to emphasize her point.

Holding his hands up in defense, "Okay okay, I get the message. I'll try to resist the urge to cuddle up to you, trailing hot, wet kisses along the curve of your neck," he partially joked, causing Theresa's features to turn crimson.

"You better if you know what's good for you."

Debating whether or not it was worth the risk, he couldn't decide what was the better option. He saw benefits in both actions. Smiling to himself, he decided to let Theresa have her way this time.

Theresa stared longingly at him in surprised when he took off his shirt, revealing his lean, toned, muscular body. "What do you think you're doing?" she questioned, not able to take her eyes off him even though her mind was yelling at her to do so.

"What does it look like?"

"Trying to have me kick you out of here."

"Then why are you staring? You may be saying one thing but your body language is saying another." He watched her curiously in amusement as he pulled down his pants, revealing only his black boxers.

"If you think I'll let you get into bed with you just wearing your boxers, you better think differently."

"It's either with or without boxers. I usually sleep in the nude but if you insist, I would much rather sleep without them. Your choice."

Not being able to utter any comments to that, she grabbed the pajamas she placed under the bed during her first day of work in case she ever needed to take a nap in the trailer. When she went to the bathroom to change, she realized that Fox might get the wrong idea if she wore what was in the bag. It was enough to almost make her walk out of the bathroom wearing the halter dress she had on earlier, but the idea of sleeping in that uncomfortable outfit stopped her.

Hearing the bathroom door open, Fox glanced in that direction. Caught off guard by the pink silk charmeuse chemise that looked as if it was made for the sole purpose of molding to its occupants' body, his breath caught. Mesmerized by her timid walk towards the bed, he moved for her to get in first. She quickly took her spot as close to the wall and far away from Fox as possible. Fox chuckled to himself, slipping in next to her. Berating himself for even thinking he was able to fall asleep next to Theresa, he should have known better. Sleep was no longer an option.