Wyatt's hand pressed against her lower back, grounding her, reminding her she wasn't alone.

"Sir, I'm afraid you'll need to wait out here," the receptionist said apologetically. "Only actors in the audition room."

"Actually," Wyatt said, his voice pleasant but carrying an edge of steel that brooked no argument, "I'll be accompanying Lauren inside."

The receptionist blinked, clearly thrown. "I but… we don't typically allow—"

"I understand." Wyatt's smile didn't reach his eyes. "But I'm ...