It's 1953, and the golden age of Hollywood musicals. Paul Dunham couldn't be hotter on the dancefloor or the silver screen. Hoping to capitalize on Paul's popularity, the studio pairs him with up-and-comer Jack Wells.<br><br>On the marquee, it's a match made in heaven, but for Paul, it's a personal hell. He hates Jack's newfangled acting style, and he hates Jack's blue eyes, and he especially hates the fact that Jack is one of the most talented dancers he has ever met.<br><br>Jack, however, doesn't hate Paul. In fact, everything Paul does fascinates him. After their first meeting, Jack is determined to win Paul over, and he won't back down until Paul admits the two of them are perfect partners ... in every way.

Sticks and Stones

“How many flicks did you do before you could get a space like this?” he said, obvious admiration in his voice.


“A lot. I was basically paid peanuts for the first decade of my career. The real key is proper money management and good investments. And it helps that I don’t have to support anybody but myself. Well, and the staff.”


Jack reached the bar, stroking the smooth wood for a moment before dropping his bag to the floor. Lifting his leg, he rested his foot on the bar and stretched forward, watching first his reflection in the mirror, then Paul’s. “So no secret vices that suck away the bank account? Confidentialmust hate you.”


It didn’t matter how many times Paul saw it, the evidence of Jack’s agility always caught him off guard. He used the pretense of selecting the music to finally tear his attention away from Jack’s body. “Trust me, I do everything I can to keep them from sniffing around here.”


Chapter 39