Jensen Morrison raised a hand to rub his brow. "Yes, not bad," he said.
"What's wrong? Not feeling well?" Kurt Spencer asked with concern.
"I'm fine." Jensen Morrison leaned his head back against the sofa. His exceptionally handsome face, now pale, had a certain allure. Even someone like Kurt Spencer, who was used to seeing handsome men and beautiful women, didn't have the courage to look at him directly.
"Morrison gets a little carsick. That last stretch of road was really bumpy," Gene Aldrin said, handing two cups of freshly brewed coffee to the two men.
"This place is a bit remote, and the roads aren't great. But I've already scouted it out. The scenery here is perfect for our movie. In a month or two, the view in these mountains will be completely different. You'll definitely love it." Kurt Spencer had started his career as a cinematographer, and his eye for location scouting was even more refined than his directing skills.
