Page 103 of Yours To Take
“Fine.” I settle back in my chair, kicking my bare feet up on the balcony railing.
“I once moved for someone and it didn’t work out. I thought we were so in love that we were going to get married and have kids and live that two-point-five-kids, picket-fence life.”
Dread swirls in my gut.
“After a while, we started to resent each other. I resented her for making me move, and she resented me because I wasn’t the same person after I moved. Sure, it hurts now, but maybe you saved yourself some heartache in the long run.”
I blow out a breath. “But what if we didn’t? What if she’s the person I’m supposed to be with?”
“If you’re really supposed to be together, then you’ll find your way back to one another.”
This gets a laugh out of me. “That’s really glass half-full kind of stuff from you.”
Clint stands. “What can I say? I’m a sap. It brought me here and I found the actual love of my life.”
“And here I thought I was the light of your life.”
“You test me in more ways than I ever thought possible, and I know this week is going to be hard for you. But at least try, okay? For me?”
I stand, clapping him on the shoulder. “I’ll do you one better. I’ll even shave for you.”
“Wow. I guess I should wait until after then to give you the bad news.”
I groan as I head back inside. “What’s the bad news?”
“Your mom wants to be the matriarch in the show.”
“Please tell me you’re joking.”
“She seems to think that she has some sway with the studio because of the writer.”
“Fuck me. This is the last thing I need to deal with today.”
“Then don’t. Let me handle it, and you just worry about yourself. And that beard.”
Clint. At least he’s good for something.
* * *
“This is your idea of mountains?”
I throw my hand up to shield the sun from my eyes. Spring has made its way to SoCal.
“You wanted it to be authentic, right?” Clint’s tone is patronizing. “What’s more real than mountains?”
“Clint. These look like ant hills. No one is going to believe we’re in Wyoming.”
“Use your imagination. It’ll be fine when we shoot.”
“And the number of cars zooming by? Will that be okay when we film?”
“They have people there, right? It’ll be fine.”
“Not this many.”
Nothing about this place feels right. The mountains aren’t really mountains. There are too many people. Not enough trees.
It doesn’t give me the vibe I want for my show.
