Page 271 of All For You Duet
“I can’t say much. It’s too new, but before I waste time with the studio, I want to know if you’ll consider it.”
I just cock my head. Two shows I’ve done with Lorraine. Why the hell would I say no to another?
“Daniel Pierce pitched me a series,” she says. “Like a True Detective but way sexier. He wants to co-star as the straight-laced detective led astray, and we need an undercover narc with a heart of gold.” She pauses for effect. “We need you.”
“Sounds intriguing.”
“Enough to consider it? We’ve got his screenplay in the writers’ room now. I can get it to you in a month.”
“Yeah.” This does interest me. Playing life on the other side of drugs? That could be a fun challenge. “Send it when it’s ready.”
Tap. Tap. That’s the P.A. knocking.
“Excuse me.” I get up to open my door.
“Mr. Dean. We have your guest, Mr. Harper, here to see you.”
Who’s Mr. Harper?
I look over the P.A.’s shoulder and see Silas standing there like a cat-that-ate-the-canary. I forget he doesn’t use his family’s name. “Yes, thank you.” I step back, holding the door for Silas. The P.A. hustles away while he climbs up the stairs.
“Hey.”
His voice is low. His eyes stare deep. They answer my question. Yes, he still feels it, too.
“Hey,” I answer, but I gotta hold back. This is work, after all. “Silas Harper, meet Lorraine Morris.”
I turn to introduce them, but they laugh and rush to hug each other like long-lost friends.
“Well, damn, this world is small.” Lorraine pulls him in close. “And that’s fine by me with your fine ass in it.”
What the hell?
“Hey, gorgeous.” Silas squeezes her back.
“Y’all know each other?”
“Yeah!” Lorraine laughs. “Every time I visit Daniel Pierce and his gorgeous wife, Charlie Ravenel, on Daufuskie, this hot young man is my personal ferry service.”
Silas looks comfortable beside her while Lorraine’s eyes bounce from him to me. “Anyone ever tell you y’all look like—”
“Yes,” we answer, and all laugh.
“Seems we have mutual friends everywhere.” I could explain more to Lorraine, but this story could get long, and I really want to be alone with him.
His eyes have hooked on mine, and my body is a mile ahead of my brain. It’s like we last left each other with so much tension; ice is crashing around us to the heat.
“Well, I’ll leave y’all to it.” And it’s like Lorraine can read a room like a menu because she knows my history—good and bad. “Think about my offer,” she says before a goodbye peck on my cheek. “And you”—she turns to Silas—“still owe me a night out in Savannah.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replies, leaning against the long row of kitchen cabinets.
Lorraine leaves, and lots of questions remain.
“You know Charlie Ravenel, too?” he asks.
“Yeah. She went to high school with me and Cade. Long story. And she worked security detail on Lorraine’s show I just did.”
Silas’s eyebrow shoots up like there’s a big story behind what I just said about Charlie.