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I got the sense from talking to the two of them that this film was a bigger deal than I had realized and he was getting quite a bit of buzz. They had attended a dinner for People that night and Jack was quite a hit. Jack took the seat facing us as we talked. I shook my long hair, squeezing the water out before toweling off my body and slipping into the chair next to Holly. The way he was looking at my toned legs, flat stomach and strong arms, I would say those workouts were paying off. It wasn't as flashy as a bikini, but come on, I wasn't out there for a Sports Illustrated cover. He gave me the towel, but not before I noticed him glancing down at my black racing suit. “So, what are you guys up to tonight?” I asked, taking the hand Jack had offered to help me out of the water.

Holly obliged and then sat down in a chair, kicking off her high heels. “Jesus, Grace, you are too much,” she said, laughing. “Strategically placed jets of water for my enjoyment,” I countered, winking at him as Holly groaned behind him. Hot tub, moonlight, view of the city…” he observed. I was at a disadvantage, sitting so much lower than them, when Jack squatted down, resting on his heels. I took a swim and now I'm just relaxing,” I answered. I see you're feeling better!” Holly called out as they closed the distance to the hot tub. I quickly threw my shirt over the stack next to me, composing my face in what I hoped was a neutral expression. I had a weakness for curly hair.Ĭrap, hide the magazine. The night before, he'd had that damn baseball cap on and I couldn't see the perfection that was his hair. This was not the scruffy Hollywood hipster I was bantering with in the kitchen, this was a very handsome man dressed in a dark gray suit and tie, clean shaven, with gorgeous shaggy blonde curls. She must have had a date with that tall drink of water…wait, is that Jack?Īs they got closer and stepped out onto the patio, I realized this was not the same guy I met last night, and yet it was.

She was dressed in a black wrap around dress with gorgeous snakeskin sandals.ĭamn, she looks good. I glanced in and saw Holly and a tall, good-looking man walking towards the French doors, making their way outside to where I was. I was really getting into it when I heard voices coming from inside the house. I had my trepidation, to say the least, not wanting to succumb to the madness that so clearly had her in its grip. As I began to read, I remembered how insane Holly looked when she described her attachment to these stories.