“You’re not coming?”
He laughs. “Not in a million years. I’m staying in the hotel until the plane comes to take us home.”
Well, shit. Now I feel like a dick leaving Vin behind, but he must see it on my face, because he puts a hand on my shoulder. “I have a bunch of stuff to do for Roberta anyway. But here.” He presses the paper to my chest. “If you’re spending the day hiding from your problems, at least take the script. Get Jack to read the sides with you or something.”
“He won’t want to read a script with me.”
Vin purses his lips and arches an eyebrow. He pushes the pages at me harder, like if he keeps going, they’ll stick to my body.
Finally, I sigh. “Okay. I’ll take it.” Maybe I’ll let it conveniently blow overboard. But Vin would get the front desk to print off another copy and make me read it in front of him.
Whatever. Time to find Jack and pretend my problems don’t exist.
