TWENTY-NINE
Jason towelled off his hair in the hotel bathroom, then pulled on his shorts. It was too hot to sleep in any more than that, even with the ever-present air conditioning. He reached for the doorknob, but voices on the other side of the door stopped him. No, just one raised voice – Maia, talking to someone on the phone, he decided.
He knew all about the studio's no-communication rules during filming, so he didn't feel guilty at all for listening in. If he heard what she said, he could decide whether to report the conversation to Paige or not. After all, she could just be ordering room service.
"No, let me talk to him," Maia said. A pause, followed by, "Hello, sweetheart."
Not room service. Jason pressed his ear to the door.
"Mmm-hmm," "Ye-es..." "Well..." and a couple mor
