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“Okay, Bachelor Number Two, I’m not sure I could date a guy who has to say everything in song.” Finally, she moved on to Antonio. “Bachelor Number Three, tell me why I should pick you over the other two bachelors.”
“Because I’m already in love with you,” he answered in a deep, affected voice that was without his normal accent.
She tilted her head. “But you don’t know me.”
“Don’t I? I know that you like sappy romantic comedies and watch them late into the night. I know that you dot youri’s with little circles. I know that you always smell like berry-burst body wash.”
Hollyn frowned, the observations true. “Uh, Bachelor Number Three, are you my stalker?”
The crowed laughed, and she noticed most were looking at her now, not at the other side of the curtain. Andi’s head was on a swivel, looking back and forth between both sides. Cal was staring hard toward Antonio. She shifted in her chair.
“I know you like spicy food and you have a wicked sense of humor,” Bachelor Three went on. “I know you’re a badass and a talented writer and superhot.”
Hollyn swallowed hard, the voice shifting in her ears and making the hair on her arms prickle. “You seem kind of sure of yourself, Bachelor Three.”
“True.” The voice was closer, just on the other side of the sheet. “Some have called me a narcissist. And selfish. And really, really stupid for walking away from the best thing that’s come into my life in a long damn time.”
Her hands trembled at the familiar voice. She closed her eyes. Breathed. “How do I take my coffee, Bachelor Number Three?”
“Decaf. Handsome.”
Monique and Leah dropped the curtain. Hollyn had known who’d be standing there. No one else could’ve known those things about her, but the sight of Jasper still stole her breath. He was standing there with a weary smile, tousled like he’d been wearing the same clothes for days, and was holding a sign that labeled his character for the audience, but it was flipped downward.
“Hey,” he said softly.
It took a second for Hollyn to find her voice. “Hi.”
“Sorry I’m late.”
She stood, forgetting anyone else was there. “What are you doing here?”
“Show her your sign, bro!” the heckler shouted.
Jasper smirked and turned to the audience. “Thanks, man. I’ll take it from here.”
Hollyn glanced down at his white-knuckled grip on the sign. “Should I take a guess?”
“Yes!” a female voice shouted, one that sounded suspiciously like Andi.
Jasper didn’t lift his sign. “You can try.”
Hollyn swallowed hard. “Guy who got the part?”
He nodded. “I am, but that’s not what’s on the sign.”
He got the part.The knowledge sent a sharp kick of grief through her. “Guy who’s going to be a great, big TV star?”
He shook his head and lifted the sign. The words were scrawled in Jasper’s handwriting.
The Guy Who Messed Up and Is Here to Say He’s Sorry
She sucked in a breath.
He dropped the sign to the floor. There was another behind it.
The Guy Who’s Going to Turn Down the Part
Her hand flew to her mouth.
