Read Online Question Mark by S.E. Culpepper - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: S.E. Culpepper
Ads: Link
private home number, my manager’s number, and my publicist’s number on the back in case you need to get a hold of me and can’t.”
Mark stared, bemused, but accepted the card. Zane Whitlow’s phone number . He had Z-dub’s digits! He fought the urge to dance.
“My flight gets in tonight around seven or so and then I have to go to this cocktail party for the suits at the production company. I’m hoping that will be all I have to do before I can get back here, but I’ll let you know either way.”
Mark looked up from the card and frowned. “How will you let me know?”
Zane’s brows rose above his glasses and he smiled. “See, I was hoping you’d return the favor and give me your number too.”
“Hmm.” Mark tried to look unsure. “My agent and publicist are really busy. They’ll be pissed if they knew I gave out their number to some actor. I mean, police dispatching is a crazy profession; you never know what kind of weirdos you’re going to run into…”
Zane’s pursed his lips. “Smart ass. Do you want me to call the hotel instead and have them put me through to your room?”
Mark chuckled and walked back inside to an end table that was sporting a notepad and pen. He scrawled a quick message on the page and wrote his cell and home numbers. Folding it up, he crossed back to Zane and held it out.
“I’ll keep my phone with me unless I’m underwater. I’m not all that good at talking around a snorkel.”
Mark stepped onto the walkway that lead to their bungalows and looked both ways. “It’ll be a quiet ride for you on the shuttle.”
Zane hefted his bags and got up close to Rafe, throwing him off balance with his nearness. Mark’s lips were practically on fire for another kiss.
“No distractions that keep me from thinking about the next time I get to see you,” the taller man murmured. He looked at his watch and growled. “I’m sorry, but I really have to get going.
“Safe travels?”
Zane gave a nod after a lingering look at Mark’s lips and began walking away toward the main resort buildings. “See you soon, Mark Newland,” he called out over his shoulder.
“Soon,” Mark answered, his voice a whisper.
***
Zane’s hands and body were shaking so badly by the time he made it to the shuttle launch that he practically fell into a seat.
That kiss! Holy hell .
He’d taken Jenny’s advice to heart. If Mark didn’t remember that while they were apart, he didn’t know what else he could have done…well…what else he could’ve done without missing his flight. Zane knew without a doubt that he wouldn’t be able to get it out of his own mind any time soon.
CHAPTER SIX
By the time his plane landed, Zane was ready to crawl over the other folks in first class to get to some fresh air. The lady next to him was swimming in the scent of patchouli and his beleaguered sinuses were crying for relief. Too many smells in one tin can.
He rolled up the newspaper he’d been trying unsuccessfully to read and flicked a glance out the small plane window. It was raining hard and the lights from the terminal and baggage trucks reflected in the puddles dotting across the tarmac.
God, he didn’t want to be back in L.A. with the rain and the effing people. At least with the way his schedule was so liquid the paparazzi weren’t likely to be waiting outside the terminal to flash shots of him dragging his luggage off the turnstile with their telephoto lenses. And bless Jenny for setting up a driver.
His mood was south of cranky and making a home in crappy. He’d have to swallow all of it because this cocktail party was huge if he really wanted this movie. Which he did. The producers wanted to hear his interest? They’d hear it. Then he hoped he could skip town again and get back to Mark.
Man, that kiss. His lips still burned from the pressure of the contact and the heat in it. For such an abbreviated meeting of mouth and tongue, he was truly thrown. Zane
Mark stared, bemused, but accepted the card. Zane Whitlow’s phone number . He had Z-dub’s digits! He fought the urge to dance.
“My flight gets in tonight around seven or so and then I have to go to this cocktail party for the suits at the production company. I’m hoping that will be all I have to do before I can get back here, but I’ll let you know either way.”
Mark looked up from the card and frowned. “How will you let me know?”
Zane’s brows rose above his glasses and he smiled. “See, I was hoping you’d return the favor and give me your number too.”
“Hmm.” Mark tried to look unsure. “My agent and publicist are really busy. They’ll be pissed if they knew I gave out their number to some actor. I mean, police dispatching is a crazy profession; you never know what kind of weirdos you’re going to run into…”
Zane’s pursed his lips. “Smart ass. Do you want me to call the hotel instead and have them put me through to your room?”
Mark chuckled and walked back inside to an end table that was sporting a notepad and pen. He scrawled a quick message on the page and wrote his cell and home numbers. Folding it up, he crossed back to Zane and held it out.
“I’ll keep my phone with me unless I’m underwater. I’m not all that good at talking around a snorkel.”
Mark stepped onto the walkway that lead to their bungalows and looked both ways. “It’ll be a quiet ride for you on the shuttle.”
Zane hefted his bags and got up close to Rafe, throwing him off balance with his nearness. Mark’s lips were practically on fire for another kiss.
“No distractions that keep me from thinking about the next time I get to see you,” the taller man murmured. He looked at his watch and growled. “I’m sorry, but I really have to get going.
“Safe travels?”
Zane gave a nod after a lingering look at Mark’s lips and began walking away toward the main resort buildings. “See you soon, Mark Newland,” he called out over his shoulder.
“Soon,” Mark answered, his voice a whisper.
***
Zane’s hands and body were shaking so badly by the time he made it to the shuttle launch that he practically fell into a seat.
That kiss! Holy hell .
He’d taken Jenny’s advice to heart. If Mark didn’t remember that while they were apart, he didn’t know what else he could have done…well…what else he could’ve done without missing his flight. Zane knew without a doubt that he wouldn’t be able to get it out of his own mind any time soon.
CHAPTER SIX
By the time his plane landed, Zane was ready to crawl over the other folks in first class to get to some fresh air. The lady next to him was swimming in the scent of patchouli and his beleaguered sinuses were crying for relief. Too many smells in one tin can.
He rolled up the newspaper he’d been trying unsuccessfully to read and flicked a glance out the small plane window. It was raining hard and the lights from the terminal and baggage trucks reflected in the puddles dotting across the tarmac.
God, he didn’t want to be back in L.A. with the rain and the effing people. At least with the way his schedule was so liquid the paparazzi weren’t likely to be waiting outside the terminal to flash shots of him dragging his luggage off the turnstile with their telephoto lenses. And bless Jenny for setting up a driver.
His mood was south of cranky and making a home in crappy. He’d have to swallow all of it because this cocktail party was huge if he really wanted this movie. Which he did. The producers wanted to hear his interest? They’d hear it. Then he hoped he could skip town again and get back to Mark.
Man, that kiss. His lips still burned from the pressure of the contact and the heat in it. For such an abbreviated meeting of mouth and tongue, he was truly thrown. Zane
Similar Books
