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

“I know you don’t want to hear this,” she said warily, “but you do realize you shouldn’t have slept with him at all, right?”


Jack snorted. “You say that like I was the one who started it. He kissed me first.”


“You kissed him the night you were drunk.”


“Yes. It didn’t go anywhere. And I was drunk.” He cradled his tea. “Extenuating circumstances.”


“But that opened the door, didn’t it?”


Jack frowned. “Weren’t you the one who was trying to make that first kiss into a whole lot of something? You kept nattering on about Paul and how I was the one making things worse.”


“Well, sleeping together is kind of worse.”


“Why didn’t you just leave after what happened in the shower?”


Jack stared at her with a single cocked brow.


Wendy flushed. “Okay. Dumb question. How about after dinner? Why didn’t you go then?”


Chapter 53