Page 117 of Until the Sea Runs Dry

“You have quite the way of thinking there.”

“I’ve always thought so.” Clare slipped her arm through Jane’s and then all conversation was silenced as the scene unfolded before them.

They spent the next few hours watching scenes being shot, chatting and playing with Loki in-between the long gaps as crew reconfigured lights and cameras to cover the same scenes, but from different setups.

When Logan was done for the day, he took the two on a tour around the studio. They drove to other movie sets, dropped in on other famous actors as Clare took a million selfies with them, but the most excitement came from watching a stunt sequence.

It was a complicated scene that involved one car smashing into another, then barreling through a shop front that required multiple cameras capturing the action from various angles. Logan explained that it was better to film dangerous and costly stunts like these using more cameras, rather than to recreate the stunt several times over.

After the footage was in the can, Logan’s stunt double, Nathan — the driver of the vehicle that had crashed into the store — came over to introduce himself. Jane noticed the physical similarities between the two, but Nathan seemed bigger and tougher, with scars that ran the length of his arms, revealing just how much he had put into his work throughout his life.

Clare and Nathan seemed to hit it off instantly. He joked around while Clare found everything he uttered either hilarious or apparently, the most interesting thing she had ever heard.

When it was time to leave, Jane couldn’t resist giving her some of that sass that she usually experienced from her.

“I couldn’t help but notice all the chemistry flying between you too.”

“He was just being polite.” It wasn’t like the Clare she knew to play coy. Jane found it all very interesting.

“What’s your excuse then?” Jane shot back, not buying it at all.

“So, I am particularly receptive to a good-looking, confident man. Shoot me.”

She was a full-blooded woman, and if the last few days had shown her anything, it was time for her to come out of hiding. She’d been divorced and alone long enough.

“I thought you were a taken woman now?” Jane couldn’t help teasing.

“Maybe I am, but a girl can still look.”

“Yes, she can,” Jane laughed. “Yes, she can.”

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