Chapter 120

The concrete patio was cool and rough on my bare feet. I took a deep breath of the night air, then another, and then crossed to the lounge chair closest to the pond. I sank onto it heavily and scrubbed my hands over my face.

I shouldn’t have punched Spencer; I should have walked away. But he’d made me think we could start something, besomething, and then he’d crushed it all by lying to me.

We’d been circling each other for months, whenever our paths crossed, and just a week ago, we’d taken that final step. We talked all night, and a good portion of that had been me, going on and on about Shadow Jumperand the part I wanted so badly. He’d never once said he’d read for the same role, never even hinted at being up for the part. I must have sounded like an ass to him, talking so much about it. Until Lou told me this morning that I’d been passed over for Spencer Johns, I hadn’t known a thing.