some run-throughs by the pond in about thirty minutes.”
Emmylou stopped and turned, understanding passing over her pretty face. “I hope they go well.”
He waited for her to get inside the kitchen before he dug into his breakfast. The best food he had ever eaten was right here on this very plate. If he thought he could keep his head attached to his body he would go and tell the cook how delicious it was, but he wasn’t stupid enough to encounter an angry woman when there were knives within arm’s reach. Besides ,* he was still trying to teach Lacy a lesson and guard his own heart.
His stomach was full and the air was crisp as he made his way through the tall prairie grass. Kyle enjoyed nature’s symphony as his memory guided him. The sun glinted off the red-hued grass and warmed his skin. Grasshoppers leapt around him, locust hummed in the distant trees and the earth crunched beneath his boots. It was nice to have the old things on. He had forgotten how comfortable they were and how easy life was here.
Everything was smaller and bigger all at the same time. The trees were the same, but the sky was different. The smell of ou tdoors stormed his senses, igniting his spirit. He remembered why he loved his home so much. It was a tangible force that lived within and around him. His hands grazed the plumed seed heads of bluestem and Indian grass along the edge of the well-traversed path to the pond.
He remembered a time or two he and his buddies had caught the wrath of the warden when they went bouncing through the meadow in his pickup so they could park closer to the dock. They were supposed to park on the north side in the sandy lot maintained by the Parks Department and walk around. Of course they weren’t supposed to swing from the rope that wasn’t supposed to be tied to the tree, either. Kyle wondered if this place was still popular with the teenagers of Primrose.
“Kyle!” Marcus waved him over. “It’s about damn time, what the hell took you so long?” He pushed his black glasses up and whipped his hair from his face. “Doesn’t matter.” He put his arm around Kyle’s shoulders and pushed him forward. “Okay, we’re going to start here.” Marcus pointed to a place in the script and walked up the slope to the grassy ledge.
Kyle looked around at the crew , trying to remember which part of the scene they were doing.
“Come on, come on!”
Kyle scratched his neck, hoping the words would come to him before Marcus blew a gasket.
“What? Didn’t you bring your script? Somebody get the man a script before I lose all of my blood to these damn mosquitoes.”
Lauren appeared at his side with the script folded open to the scene. “Here you go, Mr. McClintock.”
“Thanks.” Why was it bothering him that she kept calling him that when it never had before? Hell, he had barely acknowledged her existence before they got here. She had simply been his e mployee. Being home was bringing back all those values he had abandoned over the years. A sneaking suspicion that he was an asshole tapped his shoulder.
Marcus gave the direction, barking orders to his assistant while addressing the crew members. Kyle wasn’t sure how he accomplished all of that at once but Marcus excelled at it. The small cast was comprised of Kyle and a couple of guys he had worked with before and one he had just met before leaving for Primrose. They read through their parts, adjusting with Marcus’s input. One of the assistants played the remaining parts of unspeaking cast that would come with the RVs. They were the bad guys chasing Kyle’s character across the prairie, which was made harder by the fact that none of the horses were here and Marcus continually whined about the props and remaining crew being delayed.
“ All right! Stop!” Marcus waved one arm while digging in his back pocket for his ringing cell phone.
Kyle dodged the clutch of cast members gathering to discuss the scene by moving closer to the water. This was by
Emmylou stopped and turned, understanding passing over her pretty face. “I hope they go well.”
He waited for her to get inside the kitchen before he dug into his breakfast. The best food he had ever eaten was right here on this very plate. If he thought he could keep his head attached to his body he would go and tell the cook how delicious it was, but he wasn’t stupid enough to encounter an angry woman when there were knives within arm’s reach. Besides ,* he was still trying to teach Lacy a lesson and guard his own heart.
His stomach was full and the air was crisp as he made his way through the tall prairie grass. Kyle enjoyed nature’s symphony as his memory guided him. The sun glinted off the red-hued grass and warmed his skin. Grasshoppers leapt around him, locust hummed in the distant trees and the earth crunched beneath his boots. It was nice to have the old things on. He had forgotten how comfortable they were and how easy life was here.
Everything was smaller and bigger all at the same time. The trees were the same, but the sky was different. The smell of ou tdoors stormed his senses, igniting his spirit. He remembered why he loved his home so much. It was a tangible force that lived within and around him. His hands grazed the plumed seed heads of bluestem and Indian grass along the edge of the well-traversed path to the pond.
He remembered a time or two he and his buddies had caught the wrath of the warden when they went bouncing through the meadow in his pickup so they could park closer to the dock. They were supposed to park on the north side in the sandy lot maintained by the Parks Department and walk around. Of course they weren’t supposed to swing from the rope that wasn’t supposed to be tied to the tree, either. Kyle wondered if this place was still popular with the teenagers of Primrose.
“Kyle!” Marcus waved him over. “It’s about damn time, what the hell took you so long?” He pushed his black glasses up and whipped his hair from his face. “Doesn’t matter.” He put his arm around Kyle’s shoulders and pushed him forward. “Okay, we’re going to start here.” Marcus pointed to a place in the script and walked up the slope to the grassy ledge.
Kyle looked around at the crew , trying to remember which part of the scene they were doing.
“Come on, come on!”
Kyle scratched his neck, hoping the words would come to him before Marcus blew a gasket.
“What? Didn’t you bring your script? Somebody get the man a script before I lose all of my blood to these damn mosquitoes.”
Lauren appeared at his side with the script folded open to the scene. “Here you go, Mr. McClintock.”
“Thanks.” Why was it bothering him that she kept calling him that when it never had before? Hell, he had barely acknowledged her existence before they got here. She had simply been his e mployee. Being home was bringing back all those values he had abandoned over the years. A sneaking suspicion that he was an asshole tapped his shoulder.
Marcus gave the direction, barking orders to his assistant while addressing the crew members. Kyle wasn’t sure how he accomplished all of that at once but Marcus excelled at it. The small cast was comprised of Kyle and a couple of guys he had worked with before and one he had just met before leaving for Primrose. They read through their parts, adjusting with Marcus’s input. One of the assistants played the remaining parts of unspeaking cast that would come with the RVs. They were the bad guys chasing Kyle’s character across the prairie, which was made harder by the fact that none of the horses were here and Marcus continually whined about the props and remaining crew being delayed.
“ All right! Stop!” Marcus waved one arm while digging in his back pocket for his ringing cell phone.
Kyle dodged the clutch of cast members gathering to discuss the scene by moving closer to the water. This was by
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