I glance over at Alec. He looks a little crazed. He must have run his hand through his hair after they yelled cut, because it’s wild. “I have snot on my back, my knees are aching from not being able to move for twenty minutes, and I’m pretty sure Thad’s plotting my death right now.” His gaze falls on me. “If you’re going to bark, just don’t respond.” So I don’t.
