I may have slightly exaggerated my progress with the diving. The bathtub was very intimidating, okay?
Dante
Looks like I’ll have to start doing nightly check-in calls instead of texts.
Keep you accountable and such.
Little Fighter
Even during night shoots?
Dante
Especially then. I’m nothing if not thorough.
Little Fighter
Such dedication to my hydrotherapy.
Dante
I contain multitudes.
Little Fighter
Care to reveal any of those multitudes regarding our weekend plans?
Dante
Planning your escape route already?
Little Fighter
As if.
Dante
Perfect.
Remember, evidence must be provided daily from now on. Otherwise, I might have to personally supervise your diving lessons.
Chapter 15
Reese
The check-in callcomes as promised. My phone balances precariously on the edge of the tub, his voice threading through the humid air.
“Is the bath ready?”
“Yes.” I sigh and readjust my shower cap.
“Good.” He pauses. “Listen to me, Reese Sinclair—you can do this. Youwilldo this.” His words vibrate through the phone speaker and straight into my bones. “You got this.”
I exhale, staring at the water. “I really don’t think I do.”
Twelve days until the raft scene. I need to get over this. But I don’t want to. Still, with him on the phone, my hesitation weakens a little.
“Don’t keep me waiting.”
