Chapter 1
Josh
“I’ll be right back.”
I glanced up from the app I’d been using to make notes for a new character.
Cole Washburn, former action movie star and current inspiration for my gorgeous but battle-scarred hero, was still sitting one stool over from me.
The boyfriend who’d accompanied him here—Cole had two, lucky bastard—had slid off his own stool on Cole’s other side and was gesturing with his phone toward the front door of Henry’s Bar he likes to read. You’re perfect for each other. Give me your phone.”
Somewhat dazedly, I unlocked it and handed it over. There was no universe where I wasn’t going to give Cole Washburn my phone. It didn’t matter who the number belonged to. I was a writer. I had to see what would happen.
Cole unlocked his own phone, found a contact, and typed the info into mine. Then he handed it to Jason. “Take our picture, so Hill knows I gave out his number.”
“Hill?” He couldn’t possibly mean...?
He ignored me and leaned over to put his arm around my shoulder. Jason took our picture and handed the phone back to me.
I barely glanced at the photo; I was desperate to open my contacts.
Yep, there it was. “Hill Concannon?” I blinked incredulously at Cole.
Hill Concannon was an Oscar-winning actor.
A household name. He’d done everything from the action movies he’d starred in alongside Cole a decade ago, to his more recent forays into period dramas, and even comedy.
Cole nodded, his grin wide. “You’ll get along great.”
I looked at Jason, but he was handing his credit card to the bartender, who’d just set two shots down in front of Cole. “Um, okay? Thanks.”
Cole downed the shots one after the other, then he heaved a huge sigh before hopping off his barstool. “Nice to meet you, Josh, and thanks for the intervention earlier. I bought one of your books. I’ll be sure to leave a review.” And with a wave they were gone.
I blinked down at my phone. What the fuck was I supposed to do with Hill Concannon’s phone number?
The bar suddenly seemed too loud. I flagged down the bartender, but he told me Jason had paid my tab. I left a tip and headed out.
Hill Concannon had better things to do with his time than text with some nobody from small town Texas, but did he know Cole was giving his number out? He might want to shut that down ASAP.
One text to warn him, and then I’d forget this ever happened.