One Night
crew shirt!
    And she was the biggest fool on the surface of the planet. As he sang about love at first sight, the same song he’d sang to her outside of the restaurant, she thought back on the time they had spent together. Had he ever actually said he was stage crew? Had he ever inferred he wasn’t? And more importantly, would he see her sitting in the crowd?
    She hunkered down in her seat more, trying to avoid that very thing. When he came within a few feet of her, his eyes scanning the crowd as he sang, she thought she would be busted. She swore his eyes fell on her—even stayed for a second or two. He even paled and messed up his lyrics. But then he looked away and kept singing.
    The curtains fell for intermission, and so did her guard.
    If he came out right now, he would see how uncertain she was about everything. Who was he really? And what did last night really mean to him? Had it all been a game? She grabbed her Playbill off the floor and scanned through his bio. No mention of family or anyone special in his life.
    At least that had been the truth.
    Her heart twisted, so she twisted the Playbill in between her hands. “Son of a bitch.”
    “Why do you look like you want to punch someone, cry, or both?”
    Lexi startled. “When did you get back?”
    “Just now.” Max handed her a glass of wine, which he’d gone out into the lobby to refill, and his eyes narrowed. “But I know the look on your face. It’s not a good sign.”
    She looked down at the book she’d crumbled up in her hand. Sighing, she opened it up and pointed an accusing finger at Justin’s face in the gray photo. “See him?”
    Max raised a brow. “Yeah, he’s been singing in my face. What about him?”
    “He lied to me.”
    “All actors lie.” He opened his mouth and closed it, seeming to be at a loss for words. “You realize he’s acting up there, right? And he’s not singing to you directly —even if he does keep looking at you. By the way, I think you have a fan.”
    “Oh my God, Max. Yes, I’m aware he’s acting—and he doesn’t keep looking at me.” Was he ? “I met him last night.”
    “Wait, you know him?” Max leaned closer. “Jessie’s gonna flip. How did you meet him? And why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
    “I didn’t know.” Her cheeks heated. “He let me think he was stage crew.”
    “He told you he was stage crew? Well that’s odd.”
    “Well … not exactly.” She tucked strands of hair behind her ear, knowing where this was going. “I assumed he was, and he didn’t correct me.” When he opened his mouth, she blurted out, “He was wearing a stage crew shirt!”
    “Ah.” He crossed his arms and smirked. She knew that look. The one that said he saw a loophole and would use it. “Then he technically didn’t lie. You assumed.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Says the lawyer.”
    “Hey, it’s true. Like it or not, it’s true.” He rubbed his chin, his eyes intent on the empty stage. “I’m more interested in knowing why he lied. Most men in his position would use their status as a way to get laid. Not hide it.”
    “I might have said I didn’t like musicals.” She winced. “Or singers. Or actors. But I also told him why. He could’ve told me who he really was.”
    “Ah. This sounds promising.” His eyes lit up. “So he didn’t want to admit he was the very thing you don’t like. Didn’t want to be put into that category. Hmm … ”
    It was a lie, pure and simple. The lights flickered, warning the show was about to start again. People all around them rushed to their seats, and she fidgeted with her cup. “He could’ve told me the truth.”
    “But he didn’t. I’m assuming he had his reasons for not coming clean. Maybe women are always assuming things about him because he’s an actor. Maybe he wanted to pretend he wasn’t one for one night.” Max shrugged. “The only way to find out is to ask him his reasons. But I’m more interested to find out how you met him, and how you

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