I’ve been having problems with Fynn the past few days. He’s brushing me off whenever I try to get him to appear in a scene with Sophia. I don’t want to get Carl on his ass, but I will if I have to. We don’t have time for someone to go prima donna on set. —Impact Load Production Notes, Brian Merrick, Director I wish I could say that I’d been mature enough to push our evening aside as a wonderful onetime event. I’d had flings before, casual sex never having been a big deal before now and not once had I made something more out of the night than what it was—sex. So why I couldn’t get Fynn out of my mind was baffling. The next morning I had the makeup and hair girls spend a bit of extra time on me, ignoring the fact that I’d soon have to put a hard hat on which would ruin their efforts. Still, the thought of seeing Fynn again made me nearly dizzy with anticipation. “You’re late.” I looked up to see Tamara standing a few feet away from the makeup trailer with a rather unpleasant look on her face.
