released made me sit up and look around, wondering if some creepy guy had come out of the woods.
"So God does hear the gay man's prayers," he whispered.
"What?"
The gravel spewed out behind my car's tires as it suddenly jerked forward and came to a sudden stop. Following Bobby's gaze, I looked up at the porch that I knew so well, never expecting that two extremely handsome men would be sitting there waiting.
~ His ~
"Maybe your friend Nicole gave us the wrong address on purpose. She didn't seem all that amiable."
I shook my head at Christopher, trying not to feel like a voyeur staring into the windows of the beautiful home. "No. This is it." It was the perfect setting for the perfect female.
"Why are we here again?" Chris asked.
I sighed. "I told you. You need some rest and relaxation, and I need some help with the job I've taken on."
"Help from the hot writer?" His light voice became a bit higher as the sarcastic note shone through. "Aren't directors supposed to do that?"
I rolled my eyes and focused on the beautiful picture sitting on the huge mantle inside the comfortable living room. I could see Beth and Bobby's faces framed in the silver ornament, smiling as they held up a copy of her book. They were surrounded by a group of friends that looked like they were celebrating in a cozy bar. I smiled. It almost resembled a scene from Cheers , with all the happy faces and beers in hand saluting the unknown cameraman. "Looks like a fun crew."
"Hello?" Chris shouted at me.
I sighed. "Yes, a director is supposed to do that. But Beth's in charge of her own work and I want to make sure I know exactly what she's looking for from the performance."
He grinned. "And you need help acting?"
I sat down beside him on the porch, trying not to send out a chuckle as I focused on the bowtie he wore that looked as if it'd survived the days of ragtime. "This role will make people really see what I have to offer; sometimes I hide behind the 'song and dance man' and I want to show more."
Chris nodded and patted my shoulder, always offering the supportive ear. "It's good to see you, you know. Hollywood must get to you after a while."
I shrugged. "Some of its fun. I mean, the sun, the beaches—life is pretty mellow and relaxed after the pace of New York, but I do miss things like this."
"Trees?" Chris laughed.
"Silence, peace, anonymity, I guess." I looked around at the humongous trees and watched the fireflies blink in the warm air. "Nature…the wild is stunning."
Chris grinned. "I don't think wealthy Connecticut is exactly the wild."
"I know," I shot a glance over my shoulder into the dimly-lit living room. "But it seems like a really peaceful place."
Chris tilted his head to the side. "You like her." His voice was completely serious.
"She's beautiful," I agreed.
"Noooo." Chris studied my face. "You like her, like her."
My heart sped up in my chest. "She's got a kind heart. I mean, she's doing a great deal for a child who isn't even related to her. And think about it, she could have all the fame we do but chooses to stay out of the spotlight so that the focus remains on these kids. I think that's amazing."
Chris sent me an odd look. "I thought you were dating someone. Didn't I read in the press that you were dating…some actress?"
A slight stab of guilt hit my chest. "I am…casually. I mean, we're not exclusive or anything. She has her life and career and I have mine. I never thought about 'settling down,' you know? At least, not yet."
Chris grinned. "And after meeting Beth Carrier, marrying this casual girlfriend would feel more like 'settling' than actually 'settling down?'"
I sighed. "Maybe after hearing her story I just feel protective…like a bodyguard who would keep the stalkers away if people found out who she was."
"I think that Bobby guy is her bodyguard."
I saw the small fidget come from Chris's now slightly uncomfortable figure.
I smiled to myself. "Yeah. I liked the guy. I got a chance to
"So God does hear the gay man's prayers," he whispered.
"What?"
The gravel spewed out behind my car's tires as it suddenly jerked forward and came to a sudden stop. Following Bobby's gaze, I looked up at the porch that I knew so well, never expecting that two extremely handsome men would be sitting there waiting.
~ His ~
"Maybe your friend Nicole gave us the wrong address on purpose. She didn't seem all that amiable."
I shook my head at Christopher, trying not to feel like a voyeur staring into the windows of the beautiful home. "No. This is it." It was the perfect setting for the perfect female.
"Why are we here again?" Chris asked.
I sighed. "I told you. You need some rest and relaxation, and I need some help with the job I've taken on."
"Help from the hot writer?" His light voice became a bit higher as the sarcastic note shone through. "Aren't directors supposed to do that?"
I rolled my eyes and focused on the beautiful picture sitting on the huge mantle inside the comfortable living room. I could see Beth and Bobby's faces framed in the silver ornament, smiling as they held up a copy of her book. They were surrounded by a group of friends that looked like they were celebrating in a cozy bar. I smiled. It almost resembled a scene from Cheers , with all the happy faces and beers in hand saluting the unknown cameraman. "Looks like a fun crew."
"Hello?" Chris shouted at me.
I sighed. "Yes, a director is supposed to do that. But Beth's in charge of her own work and I want to make sure I know exactly what she's looking for from the performance."
He grinned. "And you need help acting?"
I sat down beside him on the porch, trying not to send out a chuckle as I focused on the bowtie he wore that looked as if it'd survived the days of ragtime. "This role will make people really see what I have to offer; sometimes I hide behind the 'song and dance man' and I want to show more."
Chris nodded and patted my shoulder, always offering the supportive ear. "It's good to see you, you know. Hollywood must get to you after a while."
I shrugged. "Some of its fun. I mean, the sun, the beaches—life is pretty mellow and relaxed after the pace of New York, but I do miss things like this."
"Trees?" Chris laughed.
"Silence, peace, anonymity, I guess." I looked around at the humongous trees and watched the fireflies blink in the warm air. "Nature…the wild is stunning."
Chris grinned. "I don't think wealthy Connecticut is exactly the wild."
"I know," I shot a glance over my shoulder into the dimly-lit living room. "But it seems like a really peaceful place."
Chris tilted his head to the side. "You like her." His voice was completely serious.
"She's beautiful," I agreed.
"Noooo." Chris studied my face. "You like her, like her."
My heart sped up in my chest. "She's got a kind heart. I mean, she's doing a great deal for a child who isn't even related to her. And think about it, she could have all the fame we do but chooses to stay out of the spotlight so that the focus remains on these kids. I think that's amazing."
Chris sent me an odd look. "I thought you were dating someone. Didn't I read in the press that you were dating…some actress?"
A slight stab of guilt hit my chest. "I am…casually. I mean, we're not exclusive or anything. She has her life and career and I have mine. I never thought about 'settling down,' you know? At least, not yet."
Chris grinned. "And after meeting Beth Carrier, marrying this casual girlfriend would feel more like 'settling' than actually 'settling down?'"
I sighed. "Maybe after hearing her story I just feel protective…like a bodyguard who would keep the stalkers away if people found out who she was."
"I think that Bobby guy is her bodyguard."
I saw the small fidget come from Chris's now slightly uncomfortable figure.
I smiled to myself. "Yeah. I liked the guy. I got a chance to
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