"Yes."
"I see you understand the concept already." I grumble. "See you at ten."
"Bye Duncan."
"Night, Charming."
Chapter twelve
Rhys
Rhys Writes A Song
"Zara,just,makeithappen okay." I say into the phone as I pace my bedroom at five a.m. I barely slept after dropping Duncan at home.
Every time I closed my eyes, our night together replayed.
"It's already the end of the school year Rhys," Zara pauses for a yawn. "A lot of these offers start in September."
"C'mon there's got to be a summer camp or something I can support. Think of the headlines, heartbroken rock star channels his sadness into helping children." I wince as I finish because that's not a great headline at all.
"Needs work." Zara mutters, unimpressed. "But, does this mean you've written a whole album already? How is that possible? You've only been there three days."
"Not a whole album, no." I say thinking about the guitar riff I developed an hour ago inspired by Duncan's belt coming off. And the piano melody I played for my mom yesterday.
"But something? Is there a lyric or a title I could leak?"
"Not yet."
"Okay, get off the phone and get back to work. I'll make some calls and see what I can do to get you in D.C. as soon as possible."
"Thank you Zara."
"You're welcome."
I end the phone call and set my phone down on the bedside table.
Duncan was spot on, naming himself You Know You Want It.
I really do.
Everything about him is appealing. The memory of his body will haunt me. And his playfulness, the intensity he hides just below the surface, the way he is with his family, will keep my heart warm until we’re reunited for Yes Day in a few hours.
I have no idea what to expect from him today. Except that it’ll be unexpected.
It was left open ended which is not something that happens in my life.
Schedules, stylists, spin.
And I made an agreement with a man without my publicist weighing in or having it come from her in the first place.
But I knew in my gut I couldn't let last night be the only night I spent with Duncan Paisley.
The man has a depth of feeling I’m not sure he even understands.
His humor is less of a mask than it is the contrast to the hard, demanding parts of him. He's balanced. Almost perfectly.
And I want to be the guy to draw even more of him out into the world.
