The Artist and the Actor – 29

 

  

"Damn, he called me, not vice versa," Shane said under his breath, unaware he wasn't alone in the hallway as he unlocked the door to his hotel room.

 

"The guy you told me about?" Olivia asked from behind him.

 

He turned, nodding. "I told you we planned on doing dinners a couple of times before the show closed and we moved on. Kind of getting reacquainted, as it were."

 

"I take it that it's a good sign he called."

 

"I hope so. I know he says he's over being mad at me, but…" He shrugged.

 

"You were afraid he'd change his mind since then."

 

"Yeah, big time."

 

"No one could stay mad at you for long, Shane." She patted his arm.

 

"He managed it for three years," Shane retorted. "He's only just… He said he's past that now—hating me. Still…"

 

"Don't over-analyze things. He called, meet him if that's what you're supposed to do, and do what comes naturally."

 

Shane snorted. "What comes naturally would be dragging him back here so we can screw. I don't think he'll go for that. Not yet, anyway, and maybe never."

 

"Think positive, and make sure you've got condoms, even if you have to stop to buy some."

 

"I always keep… Okay, you didn't need to know that."

 

She laughed. "You're a man, and an actor. I'm have the feeling you always keep one or two in your wallet for—" she made finger quotes, "—emergencies."

 

"And you don't?"

 

"Me?" She clasped her chest dramatically. "Never." Then she was laughing, again. "Okay, I'd better get moving, and so had you. I'll see you tomorrow."