“No, I—”
“That’s what I thought. So, then, let’s let that sit and focus on your job, on the people who are counting on you here and now.”
I swallowed, feeling like a scolded child. After all, I had been acting like one. I’d been making a pig’s ear of everything, trying to be everything at once. I was under contract. I owed it to this movie. Frankie would be okay. I would be home this weekend and would remind her of all that we had.
“I’ll look after your phone.” Chad held out a hand.
“I need to have it if something happens.”
“Let me hang on to it. I’ll keep an eye on it. If something comes up, I’ll let you know right away.”
“Okay.” I hesitantly handed it over.
“You can come get it any time,” he said, gripping my shoulder.
I nodded.
“Let’s get you back to set.”
