Take Two by Shira Anthony

Author:Shira Anthony [Anthony, Shira]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-63477-385-0
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2016-09-09T04:00:00+00:00

AT AROUND eight thirty, Sam walked the few miles into town. “I’ll call you if I want a ride back,” he told Jeffrey when he refused his offer of a ride. “Promise.”

Jeffrey clearly thought he was crazy to walk in the rain. Sam didn’t care. Since Wesley left the island on Saturday morning, Sam had been distracted. Lost. He’d done his job. They’d reworked the script, and Cyrus had approved the changes. He’d pretended everything was fine. But nothing was fine.

Jeffrey drove off in the direction of Cyrus’s rental home. Sam knew he was trying not to bounce with excitement at the prospect of another date—he wouldn’t begrudge Jeffrey his happiness. At least someone’s happy.

He needed to shrug off the gloom. He’d spent the past six months working toward one goal: getting Wesley back. And he’d fucked it up as surely as he’d fucked up their relationship. He’d pushed Wesley away when he’d meant to bring him back. And in the process, he’d realized they really were over.

Wesley was right. It’s time to move on. If Wesley couldn’t see that he was trying his hardest, it wasn’t fucking worth it to keep trying. Even he had his limits. Wesley had pushed him beyond them. Fuck him. If he can’t realize we were good together, well, just fuck him. Only he wasn’t angry with Wesley. Not really. He was pissed as hell at himself.

Somewhere along the way, trying to get Wesley back had become his focus. He’d gone into it for the best of reasons: because he loved Wesley. It had become a job like any other. He did his research. He plotted his approach, and he understood the characters. He’d played his part well, but it hadn’t worked. He didn’t even know what to do if he did get Wesley back. He had no fucking clue how to make things better.

Time to let it go.

By the time he climbed the stairs to the bar at the edge of the harbor, Sam’s running shoes were pretty much soaked. He pulled off the hood of his rain jacket and the server’s eyes grew wide. He plastered on a smile as she giggled and led him over to a table on the deck.

“Can I get you a drink, Mr. Carson?” she said as he hung his dripping jacket on the back of his chair.

“Scotch. Neat, please.”

“Of course.” She flashed him a big smile, then leaned in and handed him a menu. “Can I have your autograph? Can you make it out to me? Paula?”

“Sure.” He signed the menu and she trotted off a moment later.

From his seat, he could see Neverland at the docks. If the weather was better, he might take her out in the morning or maybe kayak on Bald Head Creek. He wasn’t in any of the shots tomorrow, and he needed something better to do with the time off than sleep in. Sleep never helped when he felt antsy. He needed to get out and do something. Anything. Even a morning run in the rain would be better than this.

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