Olive gave a casual, fluid shrug of her shoulders at Zane's question, appraising her surroundings again and again, liking what she was seeing, liking the speed too. At this rate, they would be moving in soon…
"Filming was light today. And... the private therapy session wasn't nearly as grueling or terrifying as I had originally anticipated." She finally said, meeting Zane's gaze.
Shit! Zane mentally slapped himself across the face, a wave of self-reproach hitting him. He had been so thoroughly consumed by the Whitman corporate metrics and the logistical chaos of the renovation that he had completely forgotten her joint therapy session with Gianna was scheduled for today under Damian's care.
Curiosity, however, flared instantly behind his eyes.
He gently guided her by the elbow out onto the expansive, covered concrete porch where two temporary leather director's chairs sat looking out over the valley.
"Sit with me," he murmured. "Tell me... how did the session actually go?"
