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Jace
Ienjoyed gettingto play around with Zed and Joshua for a couple of hours for the photoshoot. It felt as though I was taking a short course in modeling as Quincy managed me through the different shots, telling me the best ways to stand and the poses he thought were more “my goodside.”
After we were done at Fever Pitch, we finished up at the park with one more shoot with Mac before I recorded an interview with a friendly reporter. Carter took my house keys and left with Mac to get him home so he could eat and get some rest after the busyday.
I got some final shots in, and it was nearly four o’clock by the time we were totallydone.
“You had that Lena Hermosa starstruck,” Dax said as we got into the rental he’d picked me up in that morning to usher me around to the various locations. “I thought she might die fromblushing.”
“She seemed a little smitten, but it wascute.”
“That your type? Short, blonde, green eyes, a lot ofblushing.”
“Eh, I’m more into dark hair, a good layer of scruff, hazel eyes, big dick, and only occasional blushing. It’s kind of my thing. Ah, there’s thatblush.”
Dax’s face had a nice pink to it from my comment, and he was clearly doing everything in his power to fight his smile as he shook hishead.
“Oh, Jace Kruse, you’re one charismaticmotherfucker.”
As he pulled out of the parking lot, he asked, “Which way isit?”
“Depends on where you want to go,” Iteased.
“I was gonna take you back to yourplace.”
“What if we made a special trip?” I asked, feeling inspired, maybe because I was on cloud nine, or maybe because I wanted to treat Dax to something extra special, a part of Fever Falls that might just impress Mr. Sexy Sunglasses-Inside PRRep.
He leaned back in his seat and glanced at me in apparent curiosity for what the fuck Imeant.
“Left or right?” he asked, and I took that as a big fatyes.
“Left,” I said, full of eagerness and enthusiasm like when I was younger and Nance and Crawford were watching Keeg and me open Christmaspresents.
I was tired from the busy day we’d had, but Dax was only in town for a few days, and if we were going to honor our deal, I had to take advantage of the opportunity that had presenteditself.
I guided him around the block, onto a gravel road, which we went down for two miles before I said, “Okay, pull right overhere.”
“Where am Iparking?”
“On the side of the road, city boy,” Iteased.
He smiled, but just as quickly, his brows pulledtogether.
“Grab your shades and follow my sexy ass,” I instructed, and heobeyed.
We headed into the nearby woods, onto a beatenpath.
“Just so you know, I think it’s a terrible idea to try and murder your PR rep right now. I won’t be here to save your ass in the press fromthis.”
“Whatever. Just trustme.”
“I do trust you,” he said, and as I turned, I didn’t see a trace of playfulness in hisexpression.
It was an odd comment, considering he seemed so shocked when I’d said the same thing about him, but something about it made my chest feel full. Just as soon, his gaze shifted to the ground, like he had something on his mind, something weighing on him, but he bit down on his bottomlip.
As we continued through the modest foliage, I shifted the conversation back to our shoot, talking about how I was sure Joshua and Zed were gabbing away to anyone who would listen about how they were famous all of asudden.
