Chapter Sixteen

INT. GUESTHOUSE – DAY

Cam sits on the couch typing on his laptop, but his constant gazing at Reese, seated at the kitchen table and typing on her own computer, reveals to the audience that he cannot concentrate on his task when she is in the same room.

CAM

(lets out a deep breath)

How’s it going over there?

REESE

(lifts her head, makes eye contact)

Better than you, I think.

CAM

What makes you say that?

REESE

The key to writing is actually typing.

CAM

I’m typing.

REESE

(smiles at him)

Ten words a minute?

Reese’s unassuming charm combined with her teasing are clearly too much for Cam to handle with a writing deadline looming over his head.

Cam stands and does some stretches, his muscles flexing.

REESE

What are you doing?

CAM

Taking five. That a problem?

Reese’s eyes are glued to Cam’s torso, his ability to distract her equally troublesome.

REESE

No. Not at all.