Chapter 31

Vincent called for the camera, then stepped into frame with the clapper and snapped it down. “Mark.” Then he stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed, which I could just see out of the corner of my eye. “Action.”

I put on a brooding, contemplative face, leaned heavily on the windowsill, and stared outside.

“You’ve been staring after him for a long time.” Vincent delivered the line without much emotion.

I resisted the urge to smirk. “It’s only been a few minutes.”

“Not just today. Years. What’s holding you back?” I now knew why Vincent stayed on the other side of the camera. An actor, he was not.

I sighed heavily and my breath fogged the window for a moment before disappearing. “You know why, John. I want him. I love him. But I can’t be the kind of man he wants…needs. It’s better if I stay away.”

“Better for whom.”

“Him. Me. Both of us. I don’t know!” I shoved a hand through my hair, then glanced up at the spot where Dan’s face would be. “What do you want from me?”