Closing the production book and pushing it away, Spencer leaned back in his chair and let out a deep breath. “I think we’re actually done,” he announced.
In spite of his better sense, Mick smiled. “And not a stoner Jesus in the bunch.”
He’d played it for a laugh, but though Spencer chuckled softly, it wasn’t quite the reaction Mick wanted. He’d been tense ever since Mick’s return, working with swift efficiency as they’d gone through the various headshots. Mick had the overwhelming desire to break down that stiffness and get back the gregarious man he’d spent an amazing three hours with at Wasan. Somehow, that was a greater imperative than finalizing the callback list. Yet, inexplicably, he’d failed.
“Look,” Spencer started, then stopped and grimaced. His fingers ran along the edge of th
