Chapter 15
“I don’t know,” Jill suggested, smirking at Colby, “I never thought I’d see youbeing unprofessional, Colby, are we going to need to talk?”
“I’m so sorry!”
“Oh, relax.” She even came over and patted him on the arm, where he could see the motion. “You’re adorable. And it’s just teasing. You hardly ever screw up a take, and it’s kind of hilarious. Especially with that…yeah, let’s go with juicy…reason why.”
“Now I sound like an orange,” Jason said. “Colby, help.”
“It isn’thilarious,” Colby protested, horrified. “You said you’d trust me to be professional, and I—”
“You are. You always are. It’s one take. Don’t worry about it.” She patted him again. “Tell your orange you’re okay so he stops hovering.”
“Why,” Jason said to the ceiling. “Why.”
“He’s not an orange.” Colby squared shoulders. Squashed embarrassment. Everybody here cared. He did know that. “He’s my bread. Knots and raisins optional.”