Celebrity 1 - Wrong Number, Right Guy Read Free Page B

the fact that you know crossroads and tiny, nothing side streets tells me you’re over there at the cabins.”
“Fine. I’m at the cabins,” Ryan admitted.
“Good, honesty is an excellent start in a relationship,” Dar said approvingly.
“Are we in a relationship?”
“Don’t get hung up on it,” Dar teased.
Ryan resumed plucking his shirt, settling in to the warm tones of Dar’s voice, wishing they could talk like this all night in half flirtations and easy banter. He smoothed his palm over the warm cotton, wondering what he’d find tomorrow when he saw Dar for the first time. Would the voice match the man? Would Dar be disappointed in meeting him, the actor, and even less pleased when he realized it was the same person on Saturday?
Idealizing a meet with a celebrity and the actual thing could be a huge disparity.
Ryan just hoped that he wasn’t taking too much of a risk meeting Dar. At least he would have a day to size up the risk before talking one on one. Part of him warned that it was a bad idea. The other part couldn’t wait.
“You like my smoky voice, huh?” Ryan asked after an easy silence.
“You have a great voice,” Dar acknowledged.
“So do you. And you laugh a lot. What makes you so happy, Dar?”
“I’m a simple guy. It doesn’t take much. Today the sun was shining, I walked into the office to the smell of hot cinnamon buns, and a client renewed their contract with me because they like my work.”
Ryan could almost sense the half-hearted shrug that seemed to come through in Dar’s words.
“And then I got this call from a guy I don’t know, but would really like to,” Dar finished quietly.
Ryan grinned, giddily, fully. “Aw.”
“Are you in town long?”
“Another week or so, maybe,” Ryan answered.
“Will you call me after you go?”
“If you want me to.”
“Yeah, I’m going to want you to,” Dar admitted. “Will you let me call you?”
“Let’s see how Saturday goes.” It was hard not to get his hopes up, but Ryan was practically choking on the thrill. It felt like a tight knot in his throat.
“On Saturday, when we meet, are you still going to pretend you aren’t gay?”
Ryan chuckled. “Good night, Dar. It was good talking to you again.”
“Sweet dreams, Ryan.”
* * *
    Dar settled back onto his pillows, staring up at the ceiling with a silly grin on his face. “He called. I can’t believe he finally called.” He whooped, then dialed Brett’s number. “He is so gonna owe me!”
    “Hey, you’re coming with me tomorrow, right?” Brett asked the minute he picked up the receiver.
“Hell, yeah. I’m not only going with you, but we’re both getting picked,” Dar promised.
“That’s the spirit.”
“No seriously, that guy I called a few nights ago, called back. He’s working on the set and he’s going to make sure we get a walk-on bit.”
“No fucking way!” Brett yelled. “You must be an amazing lay.”
“I am, but I still haven’t met this guy so he wouldn’t know that.” Dar smiled. “When you got the goods, it just oozes over the phone line. Too bad you never hooked up with this .”
“You were always too good for me,” Brett chimed in.
“You got that right. I haven’t even told you the best part yet. Listen, I’m calling off work tomorrow and we’re going downtown. The guy I called is going to get us in to meet Ryan Pierce.”
“Oh, my God! Oh, my God! What am I going to wear? Should I wear my black slacks? They make my ass look amazing. I could wear the blue oxford. Eric said it made my eyes look really blue. Oh fuck! What if I’m so nervous I crap myself?”
Dar laughed, his eyes watering. “You are such a girl.”
“Fuck you. We’re going to meet Ryan-fucking-Pierce ! He’s going to fall in love with me tomorrow.”
Ryan Pierce was hot. There was no denying the slim-lined build of leanly corded muscle could make a man drool. His longish ebony hair waved to his shoulders in gleaming strands. His black slashing brows over deep