Another snort from Eddie. For a cameraman who was supposed to remain all-but-invisible in the process, he sure did make his presence known often enough. I kept myself from throwing him a sharp glare—not for the intrusion, but for the judgment.
Up the sizzle attempt number one? Failure.
Clearly conversation was not my best tactic. I bit my lip and kept silent for the rest of the drive.
By the time we got to town, I was convinced that I really didn’t know how to talk to guys. I’d never considered myself terribly awkward around people. But after twenty minutes of tension-filled near-silence, I had to reconsider the belief that I was a socially-functioning adult.
Ty pulled the truck into a gravel parking lot next to a big metal building. A raised concrete platform, about three feet off the
