Chapter 6

In the elevator he slumped back against the wall. Shut his eyes. Exhaled.

This role. This fantastic waistcoats and ballrooms and love-letters role. And he wanted it. He wanted it so badly he nearly screamed.

He wouldn’t get it. He wouldn’t. Brainless action-hero reputation aside—and that’d be a pretty damn big aside—he’d insulted Colby Kent in a hallway, then done…whatever it was he’d done…during the screen test to make famous romantic-comedy blue eyes get even wider and off-balance, and consequently left Colby not quite able to look at him.

He contemplated kicking the elevator. Settled for thumping his head against it as they traveled downward.

Colby Kent, being a producer as well as playing Will Crawford, would be non-negotiable. Jason Mirelli was likely no longer even on the same metaphorical planet as any negotiations. That comprehension hurt.

Like a Regency-era bullet to the gut. To his career.

He leaned against his friendly elevator a little harder, sagging.