Chapter 12
“Are you staying in my room?”
The question jolted me out of my rhythm, and I stopped pacing and mumbling to myself to look at Vincent. We’d begin filming tomorrow, and everyone was set to arrive this evening or early tomorrow morning. I had the shooting script in my hands, and I was committing my lines to memory. As a kinesthetic learner, I always did that best while I was moving and talking out loud. Usually, there was no one around to bother. Vincent had said he didn’t care what I did. I had a suspicion he found it funny.
“What?” I wasn’t sure I heard him right.
He leveled his gaze at me, his expression calm and neutral. “Are you staying in my room? I need to know if you’re moving to one of the guest rooms while we’re shooting. Because if you are, one of the guys is going
