Note to self: never lie on your resume. At least not about important stuff.
Can you speak Japanese? Sure.
Drive a stick shift? No problem.
Scale a mountain? Hard pass.
Now, because of the creative liberties I’d taken when I’d been offered the role my agent said would lead to an Oscar, I’m trapped in the middle of nowhere Alaska.
My only hope is a very grumpy, potential serial killer, who plucked my unconscious body out of the river just before I followed my crew over the waterfall.
Cam is a hulk of a man. Surly, angry, mysterious. I don’t know if I can trust him, but I do know, without him, I’m as good as dead.