In his own cabin, Angus stared unseeing at the note cards spread out before him, a thoughtful half-smile playing on his lips. When hed set himself up at the small kitchen table, hed intended to organize the scenes hed jotted down earlier, spread them out into a sort of storyboard and figure out where the holes were as he worked to bring the script to life.
But his thoughts were on the day hed had, and more specifically on a certain brunette who acted like she didnt care enough to give him the time of day. He wasnt so sure that was accurate, though. Appearances could be deceiving.
At dinner and especially during the campfire, hed noticed the furtive glances his way when she thought he wasnt looking. Angus McGregor wasnt accustomed to women holding back. In Hollywood, they were very upfront about what they wanted. He always had a nagging feeling that their interest was more in what he could do for them than in himself as a man.