Page 53 of As They Are
Please tell me that’s not Jude.
I’d planned on avoiding anything related to filming. I needed my weekends to rest my mind for the week ahead. Usually, I spent the time either reading or catching up on medical journals and podcasts.
But now I was curious. If he were Wren’s costar, then I could see why things had ended as they had. Sure, from the outside, he was conventionally attractive. I usually didn’t let my first impressions of people mean much, but the loud car and the way he’d spoken to me meant nothing good for Wren.
And before I realized it, I was going inside to wash up and head into town.
The square was as busy as a farmers market day. The area near the library had been blocked off. People were concentrated on one side, all facing the filming that was taking place. I froze. How fast was the show moving? Wren had mentioned some time off, but had she even gotten that?
I could see the woman who was on my mind in the distance. Her hair was wavy and down today, falling over one shoulder.Her arms were tightly crossed as she talked to a woman with glossy black hair.
Her eyes met mine. I gave her a polite wave, planning to go ask what the hell was going on. Kerry would know.
But Wren was jogging over to me.
She had light makeup on, her lashes darker than usual. She looked good.
But not like the Wren I knew.
“Henry! Hi.”
“Hey,” I replied. “Weren’t you in the middle of something?”
“It can wait,” she replied. “I didn’t know you’d be here today.”
“I didn’t know this was happening today.”
She blew out a breath. “Yeah. They move fast. The second the location was figured out, they wanted to start. Why wait?”
“Did you get your full break?”
“Like I was relaxing anyway.” She crossed her arms again and looked at the whole crew. “The sooner I do this, the sooner it’s over with.” Her body was tense. Every inch of her was coiled tight.
“You don’t seem thrilled about that.”
“I’ll be fine. Today is a reunion with Jude and talking about the library.”
“And what does that reunion entail?”
“Nothing great,” she muttered.
“Is he here?”
“Yep.” She pointed to a man walking over to the front of the library. His dark hair was visible from a mile away. It was the same man who’d asked me where the square was. “That’s him.”
His eyes flicked to Wren and then right back to the woman he was talking to. There was no second look. No moment to admire how beautiful she was.
Inexplicably, my hands tightened and I shoved them in my pockets.
Her hands gripped the barrier. “I don’t even wannalookat him.”
“Then don’t.”
“What, just, say hello and nothing else?”
“Exactly. You’re in control here.”
She took a breath. “I don’t think the director agrees with you.”
