Shaine
Gregory and Brent Heintz have been together for six years. They've
maintained an open relationship, though it wasn't something that
Shaine particularly wanted. All that seems to be working fine until
Colt Remington breezes in to audition for their newest play. The kiss
Colt and Shaine shares is electrifying. Even so, Brent hires him on
the spot. He's perfect for the part, even having just the right Texas
drawl. None of that is a particular problem until the leading lady
quits, leaving Shaine to play opposite Colt.
Shaine
stole glances at Colt as he read over the contract and she
interpreted it for him. He asked a lot of questions which she
answered thoroughly. They were finally nearing the end, when his eyes
met hers, holding them for a long moment before he exhaled slowly.
"So,
you live with Brent."
She
started to reply, but he stopped her with a flick of his fingers.
"Do
you love him?" He gazed deeply into her eyes, shaking his head.
A little smile twitched the sides of his perfect, bow shaped lips.
"No. . . . Maybe. . .?"
"I
don't see how it's any of your business, Mr. Remington."
"Because
that kiss meant something to you too," he replied with
conviction.
Shaine
couldn't deny it was a hell of a kiss. Much as she didn't want to
admit it, she was hooked on Colt Remington. Shaine didn't know what
to make of him. He was a walking, talking dichotomy. He was confident
and lost, calm and excitable all at the same time. In only one area
had she not found contradiction, in his obvious interest in her. She
saw it in his eyes, the set of his shoulders, the quirk of his smile.
"You
will be at the pub, won't you?" He asked as they walked down the
hall.
"Yes,
I promised Brent."
"Brent
is a lucky man to have you."
Shaine
wasn't sure how to take that statement. It was full of longing and,
dare she hope, lust? Tinged with a smattering of jealousy perhaps?
Whatever the emotions, she found she rather liked the implication.
Colt was complimenting her.
"Thank
you."
He
smiled, taking her hand. He pulled her to him, and she went without
resistance. This time, his kiss was light, fluttering, soft. His
right hand snaked around her waist, his left brushed her cheek,
winding in her hair. He stopped abruptly, releasing her suddenly.
Without a word, he rushed from the building, walking almost blindly
into the street.
"Actors!"
Shaine whispered after him.
© Dellani Oakes
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