Chapter 25
He set down the pen. He swiped a hand over his face.
He knewthis was right. He felt it.
Jason hadn’t come back yet. Colby sat up, clutched script pages, let his heartbeat leap along with the rain.
He wanted to share this. He needed to share this. The need bubbled over like champagne, like light, like stars.
He’d share it with Jason first. Then with Jillian. With everyone. With someone else in particular. He wanted to ask about this one before committing it to film. About, if not permission, a blessing to make these changes.
He dove out of bed, tripped over Will’s dressing gown, apologized to fabric, regained balance, and ran for the door.
He nearly collided with Jason, who’d been returning. Jason almost dropped the mobile phone, getting hands into place to steady him.
“Jason! Jason—sorry, sorry, I’m interrupting, you were on the phone, but I need your help—” He put out a hand, caught Jason’s arm. “This is important and—”