Chapter 11

“Sorry to sound so bitchy,” Sean said. He gulped down the last of his drink and set the empty cup on the table. “I’m really not like this all the time. It’s been a rough few days.”

“Of course. I understand, Sean. It’s odd seeing the flaws of show business. It always appears so glamorous.”

“It is, most of the time. And like I said, I love what I do.”

Emerson eyed Sean’s cup. “Need another?”

“Nah, that will get me through the morning. Usually it’s protein shakes for breakfast, so I’m used to a liquid diet.” He patted his stomach. “Gotta keep in shape. My image sells just as much as my voice.”

“Well, I’d say that the image is just as nice as the voice.”

Sean leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “That’s sweet of you to say.”

“I really don’t know why you’re interested in me.”

“Truthfully? It’s your eyes. They’re very intense.”

“That’s it?”