weeks?”
“Hopefully sooner.” He refused to be anything but optimistic.
“You’ll call?”
“Of course. Every day.” Chase studied her, and the familiar love was there. But her anxiety was something he didn’t recognize.
The faith she’d shown back when they lived in Indonesia, that’s what he needed from her now. “Relax, baby. Please.”
“Okay.” She let out a sigh and another one seemed right behind it. “Why am I so afraid?”
His heart went out to her. “Kelly …” His words were softer than before, his tone desperate to convince her. “Believe in me
… believe in this movie. You don’t know how much I need that.”
“I’m trying.” She looked down and it took awhile before she raised her eyes to his again. “It was easier in Indonesia. At
least in the jungle the mission was simple.”
“Simple?” He chuckled, but the sound lacked any real humor. “Indonesia was never easy. Any of us could’ve been arrested or
killed. We could’ve caught malaria or a dozen different diseases. Every day held that kind of risk.”
The lines on her face eased a little and a smile tugged at her lips. She touched her finger to his face. “At least we had
each other.” She looked deep into his eyes, to the places that belonged to only the two of them and she kissed him. “Come
on, Chase … you’ve gotta see why I’m worried. It’s not just the money.”
He caught a quick look at his watch. “You’re afraid we won’t finish on time and that’ll put us over budget and—”
“No.” She didn’t raise her voice, but the fear in her eyes cut him short. “Don’t you see?” Shame filled in the spaces between
her words. “You’re young and handsome and talented …” Her smile was sad now. “You’ll be working with beautiful actresses and
movie professionals and … I don’t know, the whole thing scares me.”
She didn’t come out and admit her deeper feelings, those she’d shared with him a week before the trip. The fact that she didn’t
feel she could measure up to the Hollywood crowd. Chase ached for her, frustrated by her lack of confidence. “This isn’t about
the movie industry. It’s about a bigger mission field than we ever had in Indonesia.” He wove his fingers into her thick dark
hair, drew her close, and kissed her once more. “Trust me, baby. Please.”
This time she didn’t refute him, but the worry in her eyes remained as he grabbed his bags and stepped away from the car.
He texted her once he got through security, telling her again that he loved her and that she had nothing to worry about. But
she didn’t answer and now, no matter how badly he needed to sleep, he couldn’t shake the look on her face or the tone of her
voice. What if her fears were some sort of premonition about the movie? Maybe God was using her to tell Keith and him to pull
out now—before they lost everything.
Once on the plane, he tightened his seatbelt and stared out the window. But then, Keith’s wife was completely on board with
their plans. Her father was one of the investors, after all. Besides that, Keith’s daughter, Andi, was a freshman at Indiana
University, so the shoot would give Keith a window to Andi’s world—something he was grateful for. Andi wanted to be an actress,
and apparently her roommate was a theater major. Both college girls would be extras in the film, so Keith’s entire family
could hardly wait to get started.
Chase bit the inside of his lip. From the beginning, all the worries about the movie came from him and Kelly, but now that
he was on his way to Indiana, Chase had to focus not on his fears, but on the film.
He ignored the knots in his stomach as he leaned against the cold hard plastic that framed the airplane window. The movie
they were making was called The Last Letter , the story of a college kid whose life is interrupted when his father suffers a sudden fatal heart attack. The kid isn’t
sure how to