Page 194 of Flipping His Script
Chapter 72
Anna
I wasn't sure how long Jack and I had been sitting together in the near darkness, but Ididknow that it felt way too long, especially after I'd learned who was outside.
I stared down at the half-eaten slice of apple pie. I hadn't enjoyed it, and now I didn't even want the rest.What a waste.
For the umpteenth time, I glanced toward the front of the house. "What time is it, anyway?"
"Just after midnight."
This was earlier than I'd thought. Still, I felt like I'd been sitting here forever. On impulse, I pushed back my chair and stood.
Jack asked, "Where are you going?"
I glanced toward the stairway, and then toward the front of the house. "Actually, I’m not sure."
"You know you can’t go outside."
So he'd said.I asked, "Why not?”
"Because I promised to keep you in the house."
I stiffened. "So let me get this straight. You'rebabysittingme? Isthatwhy you were sitting here in the dark?"
"Well, it wasn't because I was going for pie if that was your other guess."
As he said it, he sounded way too much like Flynn. With a sigh, I turned away, not even sure where I was going – upstairs to sulk in private or outside to make a giant spectacle of myself.
Hey, both options were tempting in their own way.
Jack's voice cut through the darkness. "Stay, and I'll tell you something you don't know."
"Like what?"
He paused as if thinking. "How about this? The story of how Flynn became a movie star."
"Thanks, but I already know.” It was, after all, common knowledge. Flynn had gotten the role of Prince Marcus as part of an international talent search.
By the time they'd started casting the movie, the series of books had already taken the market by storm, which meant there'd been tons of speculation on who would play the leading role.
"Wrong," Jack said. "You just think you know."
"Really?"
"Have a seat, and I'll tell you."
It was too tempting to pass up. Reclaiming my chair, I said, "All right. So how did he get it?"
"First," Jack said, "did you know that Flynn and I were friends before all this?"
Ididn'tknow. I'd assumed – probably like everyone else – that they'd met on the movie set. "You were?"
Jack nodded. "We met doing construction near the Canadian border, roomed together for a while."
Flynn had mentioned working construction, but he hadn't mentioned Jack at all.
I asked, "When was this?"
