“Yeah. Well.” I was repeating myself, but I didn’t know what else to say.
“It was not a small thing.” His voice was sharp, almost a chastisement. “Don’t play it off as if it was.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that either. This was new territory for us, and Spencer wasn’t making it easy. I sat up and tucked one leg underneath me. He’d been in a certain role in my head for so long that I was having trouble readjusting. Instead, I changed the subject again.
“Did Vincent email you?”
Spencer made a startled noise and then coughed. “About coming out to do a few reshoots and ADR lines? Yeah, I got it. I have a ton of time right now, so it’s fine with me. Does that work for your schedule?”
“Yep. But only just. I’m supposed to head to Vancouver that week to start shooting a movie. As it is, I’ll have only two days in Oak Harbor. I’ll have to leave directly from there.”
“We’d better make them count, then,” he muttered.
I blinked, not sure I heard him right. “What?”