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“Excuse me.”

I turned to see a gorgeous guy in a perfectly fitted tux with sparkling green eyes glittering at me.

“Hi. I hope I’m not interrupting, but I saw you standing over here and have been waiting for you to finish that glass so I could maybe offer to get you a new one.”

“Oh.” I looked at my now-empty cocktail glass. I hadn’t even realized I’d been drinking it while looking over at?—

“I’m Trevor.” He held out a hand, a wide smile making a dimple flash at me, and my brain might’ve melted.

“Hi, um, I’m Gavin.” I slipped my hand into his, and as his fingers closed around mine, I swallowed.

“So, Gavin, can I get you that drink?”

Hell yes, you can.But I played it cool. “That would be great, thanks.”

“Don’t go anywhere.” He winked before heading off through the crowd, and I shivered. It was still a little chilly out on the water, but the alcohol would warm me up in no time. Or maybeTrevor could. Because damn, he was hot, and somehow I’d gotten his attention.

“Here you go,” he said, handing me another fruity concoction. “The waiter called it a Sex on a Yacht, which I’m assuming is a take on a Sex on the Beach.”

“Well, that’s one way to break the ice.” I gave him a flirty smile and lowered my mouth over my drink. “But I barely know you.”

Trevor’s eyes instantly heated, and he shook his head. “I’m an open book. Tell me what you want to know, and I’ll give it to you.”

Now that was what I wanted to hear. This night was going to more than make up for the past few shitty months, I could feel it.

“Hmm.” I swirled the contents of my glass with my straw. “You could start by telling me how you scored an invite tonight.”

“Easy enough. I’m a client of Archer’s. You?”

“He’s dating a friend of mine.”

“Oh, you’re one of those Park Avenue guys.” When I raised a brow, he said, “I heard all about what went down when another agency tried to poach me after the scandal.”

Damn, we got around. Not exactly surprising, since I knew our pictures showed up in the gossip sections of New York newspapers, but this guy being a client of CTA, the top theatrical agency in the country, meant he had to be good at what he did. Archer’s reputation proved he was selective as hell.

I glanced around at the hundreds of people on every level of the yacht and smirked. “Yeah, it doesn’t look like Archer choosing to be with Preston has affected his clientele.”

“Hell no. He’s the best. Scored me a back-end percentage on my last movie, which is practically unheard of. Like I care who he’s dating.”

My ears perked up. “So you’re an actor?” When he nodded, I tilted my head, looking him over again for any sign of familiarity. “What have I seen you in?”

“Closeout.Hiding in the Shadows. But my big break was a show I’ve been doing down in Wilmington for the past few years.Half-Moon Bay.”

Oh shit.Those were all titles I’d heard of, but considering I didn’t watch much TV, I hadn’t seen him on there. That would need to change. ASAP.

“I didn’t know I was talking to a movie star, Trevor. What are you doing bringingmedrinks?” I teased.

He laughed and ran his hand through his wind-swept hair. “Hoping to get a date?”

“Well, I don’t know. That depends…”

“On?”

I threw back the rest of my drink and set the empty glass aside. “On how good you are on the dance floor.”

A sexy smile curved his lips as I grabbed the lapel of his jacket and pulled him toward where others had gathered to dance in front of the DJ. With a buzz starting to flood through me, and the attention of a Hollywood heartthrob directed on me, I was feeling so good I couldn’t remember why I hadn’t been lately.

As I danced, I threw my head back and stared up at the twinkling stars, feeling free.

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