“Do you? Because it seems to me you don’t have a f**king clue.”

Luke pushed up to stand, then headed toward the stairs. He stopped beside Logan and laid his hand on Logan’s shoulder.

“Think about what’s important to you, Logan, what you want for your future. Think about what’s going to happen when that movie’s done, the trailers leave, and Des is gone. Are you going to be okay with that?”

Logan’s stomach tightened at the thought of her being gone, of not seeing her ever again.

“I’ll be just fine when she leaves.”

Luke squeezed his shoulder. “Sure you will. Hey, I’m going to head home to my gorgeous, drunk, and probably passed-out fiancée. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. Thanks for bringing Des back.”

“No problem.” Luke headed down the stairs and got into his truck, then rolled down the window. “Hey, Logan?”

Logan walked down the steps and stopped at Luke’s truck. “Yeah.”

“You do realize you just thanked me for bringing your girl back, right? For someone who claims not to care, you sure seem to care.”

Shit. “Night, Luke.”

Luke’s lips curved. “Night, Logan.”

Chapter 19

DES WOKE WITH a blistering headache and a mouth that tasted like she’d ingested the entirety of the hot, dry dirt on the ranch.

Bleh. She slid out of bed and headed into the kitchen for the largest glass she could find, then consumed two full glasses of water.

That helped. Next, she made a cup of coffee and poured some juice.

Now semi-awake, she downed two acetaminophen and swore she’d never drink wine again.

After taking a shower and finding craft services so she could consume some carbs, she felt nearly human again.

“Hey.” A set of arms wrapped around her. She smiled as Colt kissed her cheek.

She turned around. “Hey, yourself.”

“You look like crap.”

She laughed. “Thanks. I feel like crap.”

“I thought a spa day was supposed to make you look and feel rejuvenated, not like you just crawled through the desert.”

“Ha ha. The spa day was fun. It was the three-bottles-of-wine night that did me in.”

“Ah. Yeah, damn that wine. Come to my trailer and tell me all about it. We don’t have call for another hour.”

“Thank God for that. I’m going to need some cucumbers on my eyes.” As they passed the craft services table, she snatched a pastry. “And another croissant.”

“I have one of those gel eye packs in my fridge,” Colt said as he led her into his trailer. “It’ll do wonders for the dark circles and bags under your eyes. And the splitting headache you no doubt have.”

Leave it to Colt to be brutally honest about her appearance. But that’s why she loved him.

“Thanks.” She slid onto his sofa and picked off a piece of the croissant, letting its buttery deliciousness melt in her mouth. While she ate, she filled him in on her day and night with the girls.

“Should I be jealous I’m being replaced with new girlfriends?” he teased, putting a glass of lemon water in front of her.

“Thanks. And no. You know I’ll always love you best.” She made a kissy face at him.

“Of course you will. Girls will never tell you when you look hideous.”

She tore off another piece of croissant. “So true.”

“Or that you should stop eating that oh-my-god-it’s-too-many-calories-and-your-butt-is-going-to-get-huge croissant.”

She stuck her tongue out at him. “That’s probably fact, but this morning, I don’t even care. This damn thing tastes like it’s saving me from the fiery pit of hell.”

Colt grabbed his cup of coffee and sat next to her. “That bad a hangover, huh?”

“Yes. That bad.”

“Poor baby.”

“I know. We were talking and drinking, talking and drinking, and the next thing you know, Emma’s fiancé Luke is bringing me back here, and I’m spilling my guts to him about how I’m crazy about his brother. I talked his ear off about Logan the whole drive from Emma’s house to here. Like thirty-five minutes of me blathering on nonstop about how his brother doesn’t understand me. Ugh. I was a hideous basket case. Poor Luke. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to face him again.”

Colt laughed. “That’s awesome, Des.”

“It was not awesome. I was very much a girl last night.”

“A girl who’s crazy about Logan. I’m sure Luke understood.”

She was disgusted with herself for behaving like that, and for telling Logan’s brother, of all people, how she felt. What was wrong with her?

“Enough about me. Tell me what you did yesterday.”

Colt looked down at his coffee, then up at her. “I had a long Skype session with Tony.”

“Oh, that’s sweet. I’m so glad.”

“He just heard that he’s going to be the cinematographer on Shapes in the Darkness.”

Des laid her croissant down. “Is he? The paranormal you’re starring in with Alexis Green?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s awesome. Think of all the time the two of you will be able to spend together while you’re filming.”

He nodded, then stared down at his coffee again. Des frowned. “Colt? Is something wrong?”

“No. Nothing’s wrong. Actually, for the first time in a very long time, everything is starting to feel right.” He lifted his gaze to hers. “I’m going to come out, Des. I decided yesterday.”

Her eyes widened. “You did? Did you talk about it with Tony?”

“Yes. After he told me about the movie, I decided enough was enough. I don’t care what my management team says. I want to be with Tony—really be with him. We’re going to be on a movie set together, and I don’t want to sneak around on set or pretend we don’t care about each other.”

She grasped his hand. “I’m so glad.”

“I’m terrified, Des.”

She leaned into him and put her arms around him. “Don’t be scared, Colt. People will still love you as much as they do now.”

“You know that’s not true. I’ll lose some fans once they find out I’m g*y.”




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