He liked Jim. That was even worse.
Respect for the talent. Respect for the man, and for the work ethic. Jim had shaken his hand and asked about his father, which Jason hadn’t expected and had appreciated. Luca Mirelli had been a stunt driver on one of Jim’s early films, and Jason hadn’t been sure he’d remembered. They’d ended up talking about classic cars and motorcycles for a while, waiting for the scene to get underway. Jason, who’d found himself missing his well-worn Kawasaki—a few years old now, and he’d left it with his dad while heading to England—jumped headlong into discussions of and comparisons with Jim’s classic Triumph Bonneville. He’d kind of missed talking cars and bikes, too.
He’d wondered idly how Colby felt about bikes. Those blue eyes had never been on one; Colby’d said
