Chapter 17
Jason gazed at him, wide-eyed, silent.
Colby turned, still in the comfort of those arms. “How was that? Can someone say cut, please, or should I?”
“Yes,” Jill said, sounding a bit dazed. “That.”
“Holy shit,” said Andy, who was holding a script copy in lax fingers. “Colby…holy shit.”
“And Jason.” Jill had recovered. “Both of you. That was…”
“Magic,” Andy said. “You two’re magic.”
“Agreed.” That was Laura, who’d reappeared to wear the Director of Photography hat and chat with Brian about camera placement for upcoming scenes. “Just…marvelous. Really, truly, marvelous.”
“Colby,” Jason said. “That was…how was that?”
“You don’t know? That was brilliant. You’re brilliant.” He turned back to face Jason, discovered his hand lingering on that broad chest, mapping linen and muscles. He didn’t bother moving the hand; their eyes met. “That felt incredible.”
“It did,” Jason said. “It—it did. Working with you—that was—”