ender. Besides, I have more than twenty scripts I could deliver to your house tomorrow for you to choose from, if you want.”
Zane kicked his feet out from beneath the sheets and planted them on the floor, one hand rubbing at the bridge of his nose where a tension headache was growing. He’d wanted this part for years, ever since he read the book about Garrett Richtfeld, a World War II flying ace, and through some providence, he even looked like Garrett. Zane had begun research on buying the story rights when he discovered that several production companies were already competing for it and he was late to the show.
“I wish I could get across how much I wish this weren’t happening right now. I mean, if Pete weren’t being an asshole about this, I could stay here and see—”
He cut himself off before he got too sentimental and spilled his guts.
“The date went that well, huh?” she asked, her voice comforting.
He let out another gusty breath. “It was awesome, Jen. We were supposed to get together to snorkel or something tomorrow morning. I just…I get a good vibe with him. He’s not after the fame or the money. He’s a genuinely good guy.”
“You learned all of that from one dinner date?”
Zane could tell she didn’t want to rain on his parade, but she’d been there during his last few broken hearts and was incredibly protective of not only his career, but of him. To be fair, she and his publicist had to fight some of the bigger battles when tabloids heard whispers about his love life, too, and she probably wanted to avoid more of that if at all possible. He couldn’t blame her even if her commission was sinful and made up for the trouble.
“I know what you’re thinking, but he’s been so different. He wants to hear about me . I told him about my mom! I was really excited about this.”
“Well, talk to him before you go,” Jenny reasoned. “Tell him what’s going on. Invite him to come with you, even. It doesn’t have to end there unless you want it to. Do you think he’s as interested in you?”
“I hope so,” Zane blurted. “He isn’t playing it cool or anything, but you know I suck at reading things like this. We kissed. He acted like he enjoyed it.”
“Hmm. Kiss on the first date? That’s a big deal for you. Shoot, making it to the first date is a big deal.”
“I know.”
“Seriously, don’t give up yet. Talk to him—that is, if you’re coming back.”
“I want this role, Jenny.” He was firm. “I’ll head back tomorrow, first thing. Tell them I’m on my way.” As much as he wanted to stay and get to know Mark, he couldn’t jeopardize this opportunity based on a small hope. It was too soon to know their potential anyway. Maybe this would be a good test…or…the beginning of nothing at all.
“You want me to make the arrangements and send them to your phone?”
Wow. Jenny really did feel bad. This was a new one.
“Would you? I don’t really want to spend the rest of the night on the phone with an airline.” A beep sounded in his ear signaling a new message arriving. He shook his head in recognition. “You already booked the flights.”
“I had a hunch.” Zane could almost see her shrug as she answered.
“When do I get in to L.A.?”
“Seven. I’ve got a driver lined up for you. He’ll take you to your place and then to my house for a cocktail party that I’ve invited the execs to. Jet lag or no, I’m afraid you’re on.”
Zane wanted to either throw up or punch something. “I’ll be there,” he sighed.
Jenny filled him in on a few more details from her meetings before winding down. Hearing the depression in his voice she said, “Give him something to remember you by, Zane. Make sure that when you walk away, he has a reason to follow. Know what I’m saying? You’re a great, gorgeous guy. His response to this will clue you in on the type of person he is as well. If it’s any help, I’m rooting for you.”
***
The noise
Zane kicked his feet out from beneath the sheets and planted them on the floor, one hand rubbing at the bridge of his nose where a tension headache was growing. He’d wanted this part for years, ever since he read the book about Garrett Richtfeld, a World War II flying ace, and through some providence, he even looked like Garrett. Zane had begun research on buying the story rights when he discovered that several production companies were already competing for it and he was late to the show.
“I wish I could get across how much I wish this weren’t happening right now. I mean, if Pete weren’t being an asshole about this, I could stay here and see—”
He cut himself off before he got too sentimental and spilled his guts.
“The date went that well, huh?” she asked, her voice comforting.
He let out another gusty breath. “It was awesome, Jen. We were supposed to get together to snorkel or something tomorrow morning. I just…I get a good vibe with him. He’s not after the fame or the money. He’s a genuinely good guy.”
“You learned all of that from one dinner date?”
Zane could tell she didn’t want to rain on his parade, but she’d been there during his last few broken hearts and was incredibly protective of not only his career, but of him. To be fair, she and his publicist had to fight some of the bigger battles when tabloids heard whispers about his love life, too, and she probably wanted to avoid more of that if at all possible. He couldn’t blame her even if her commission was sinful and made up for the trouble.
“I know what you’re thinking, but he’s been so different. He wants to hear about me . I told him about my mom! I was really excited about this.”
“Well, talk to him before you go,” Jenny reasoned. “Tell him what’s going on. Invite him to come with you, even. It doesn’t have to end there unless you want it to. Do you think he’s as interested in you?”
“I hope so,” Zane blurted. “He isn’t playing it cool or anything, but you know I suck at reading things like this. We kissed. He acted like he enjoyed it.”
“Hmm. Kiss on the first date? That’s a big deal for you. Shoot, making it to the first date is a big deal.”
“I know.”
“Seriously, don’t give up yet. Talk to him—that is, if you’re coming back.”
“I want this role, Jenny.” He was firm. “I’ll head back tomorrow, first thing. Tell them I’m on my way.” As much as he wanted to stay and get to know Mark, he couldn’t jeopardize this opportunity based on a small hope. It was too soon to know their potential anyway. Maybe this would be a good test…or…the beginning of nothing at all.
“You want me to make the arrangements and send them to your phone?”
Wow. Jenny really did feel bad. This was a new one.
“Would you? I don’t really want to spend the rest of the night on the phone with an airline.” A beep sounded in his ear signaling a new message arriving. He shook his head in recognition. “You already booked the flights.”
“I had a hunch.” Zane could almost see her shrug as she answered.
“When do I get in to L.A.?”
“Seven. I’ve got a driver lined up for you. He’ll take you to your place and then to my house for a cocktail party that I’ve invited the execs to. Jet lag or no, I’m afraid you’re on.”
Zane wanted to either throw up or punch something. “I’ll be there,” he sighed.
Jenny filled him in on a few more details from her meetings before winding down. Hearing the depression in his voice she said, “Give him something to remember you by, Zane. Make sure that when you walk away, he has a reason to follow. Know what I’m saying? You’re a great, gorgeous guy. His response to this will clue you in on the type of person he is as well. If it’s any help, I’m rooting for you.”
***
The noise
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