Chapter 11
Though he kept his paces slow and even to match Paul’s longer stride toward the private shower off to the side of the studio, everything inside Jack wanted to break out into a silly song and dance like one of his movies. Though the past week had been easier at rehearsals, he’d credited that with his subdued behavior. Jesson’s ire had been a wake-up call, and Wendy’s words all too truthful. He was his own worst enemy, and if he didn’t watch it, he’d lose the best gig of his life. That wasn’t acceptable. In this town, you were only as good as your last movie. Losing this would set him back years. He refused to let that happen.
He’d even chosen to believe Paul’s invitation had been completely innocent. They wouldn’t have accomplished much waiting around for Betty. Rehearsing outs
