He was a damned fool for turning down Olivia’s offer. This was the real world, after all, and people hooked up all the time. No one would think twice if he came out of her trailer in the morning as fresh as a damned daisy. When dawn peeked through the windows, he gave up on sleep and went for a run. The desert played him a symphony of bird calls and insect noises as the sun rose in a magnificent rush of lavenders, pinks, and peaches. He was a couple of miles beyond the set when his cell phone rang in his fanny pack. He stopped and dug it out, panting, “Ramsey.” “Frank Santerros. How’s Hollywood?” “We’re not technically in Hollywood, but I’m settling in.” “Lead actor’s not giving you any trouble?” “Nah. I’ve got him under control. I’ve had troops with a lot worse attitudes than his.” Santerros laughed but then his voice went serious.
