by Burton, Jaci
She pushed off and stood. “Hopefully sooner rather than later. I want you to be happy.”
“I want you to be happy, too.”
She gave him a smile. “I am happy. I’m living my dream here.”
“Sure you are.”
“Did you get dinner ordered?”
“Should be here in about fifteen.”
“Pop open a bottle of wine for us, then. I’m going to hop in the shower.”
Des stripped and got into the shower, washing away the body makeup from today’s scenes and the sweat from her run. She thought about Colt. They’d known each other since before either of them had gotten their first film role, when they’d bunked together in a one-bedroom apartment in Hollywood. They’d become fast friends and had stayed that way. She’d found out right away that Colt was gay—hard to hide that kind of thing from your best friend and roommate. And when they’d started getting roles together, they’d bonded and supported each others’ careers. Fortunately, they’d also been lucky enough to score roles in films together. Though it was hysterically funny to film love scenes together, they were actors and professionals. And because they were so close, they had a natural chemistry. They were comfortable together, and lit up the screen. They were often linked together in the gossip circles, which Colt found amusing.
So did Des. She didn’t mind bearding for him, and often went out to premieres and to dinner with him to give him a cover when he didn’t feel like playing the role of a straight guy with some other woman.
Until she’d met Jason and had started a relationship with him.
Which had recently gone up in flames. As did most of her Hollywood relationships. Actors were self-absorbed dicks. Except for Colt, of course, who she was now free to hook up with again. At least on the surface.
She got out of the shower and put on a pair of shorts and a tank top. The smell of dinner made her stomach clench. She was hungry, so she hurriedly combed out her hair and went into the main room of the trailer, where Colt was laying out forks and plates.
“Chinese food?”
“Yeah.”
“All that salt. I love looking puffy in front of the camera.”
Colt grinned. “You couldn’t look puffy if you tried. Sit down and eat.”
They ate and chatted about the day, and roughed out tomorrow’s scenes between bites.
“I met Logan McCormack, the owner of the ranch, today,” she said as she grabbed a fortune cookie.
“Yeah? What’s he like?”
“Incredibly sexy, in a brooding, loner cowboy sort of way.”
“Really. Would I like him?”
She laughed. “I think you’d love him. And Tony would kill you.”
“Hey, I’m devoted and madly in love and you know that. Doesn’t mean I can’t ogle.”
“I invited him to the set. He said his house manager is a big fan, so he’s going to bring her tomorrow.”
“Hmm.”
She looked at Colt. “Hmmm what?”
“You’re interested. Now I really can’t wait to meet him.”
“I didn’t say I was interested in him, only that he was interesting.”
“Same thing, isn’t it?”
“Not at all.” She cracked open her fortune cookie and popped a piece into her mouth as she unfolded the fortune and read it.
Your life is about to change in new and exciting ways.
She’d believe that when it happened.
