“He is living my dream,” Brian sighed.
I rolled my eyes and continued, “They almost got divorced last year over some unpaid gambling debt. Apparently Warren likes to play high stakes. He seems to know Derek pretty well, but I’m not sure how. Derek married an heiress or something, so maybe they just hang in the same social circles.”
“Are you planning to marry into money because it seems to be a theme?” he questioned, tossing popcorn into his mouth.
I pointedly ignored him. “Rumor has it Derek was fired from his last show for suspected drug use.”
Brian gasped, accidentally inhaling a popcorn kernel. I waited for the coughing to stop before I moved on.
“Blake has been in several productions and made a name for himself as the Casanova of Broadway. Supposedly, there was some serious drama when his costar and girlfriend found him having sex with a member of the ensemble.”
Brian’s eyes were wide and expectant, waiting for more.
“That’s all I know,” I said with a shrug.
“That’sall? Two days and you’ve uncovered sex, drugs, and gambling. Think of what you’ll know in two more months? You’ve missed your true calling. You should have been a gossip columnist.”
I giggled. “If this whole Broadway thing doesn’t pan out, I guess I know what career to fall back on.”
He raised the bottle of wine in salute and drank straight from the bottle.
“What were you watching?” I asked as I reached into his bowl of popcorn, swiping a handful.
“Clue.”
I snapped my head in his direction. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he answered, avoiding my gaze.
I narrowed my eyes, unsure if I should believe him.
Cluewas his comfort movie. He watched it on repeat during every rough break up or after a horrible day at work.
I’d caught him watching it more and more lately. He was only one month into his ER rotation, and it was an adjustment for him. Dealing with trauma cases in the emergency room was a lot different from taking care of the aging in a nursing home.
I reached over and gave his hand a squeeze.
“Bad day in the ER today?” I asked. I moved closer, laying my head on his shoulder.
He tensed against me before heaving out a sigh.
“Yeah. But I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Okay. If you change your mind, let me know. I’m always willing to listen.”
He nodded, and his lips quirked up. “You never told me how it went with Ben after the wedding.”
“Wow, change the subject much?”
“This subject is way past due. So, tell me. Was he as good of a lay as I thought he’d be?” He tossed a piece of popcorn up and caught it in his mouth with ease.
“Haven’t I given you enough gossip today? What are the chances I can get you to drop this without giving you the dirty details?”
“Zero.”
“Figures,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Dish!” He elbowed me in the side to get me talking.
