hear from him again. Why would I?”
“Do you want to?” her friend asked.
Fresh tears cascaded down her cheeks. “The thing is, yes. Not only professionally. Wynn told Rhett he had some big problem. You know me. I come alive with a challenge. I’d love to be able to help him out. Personally? I regretted everything I said as it was coming out of my mouth. I don’t care if he’s my Mr. Right. I’d be happy with Wynn Gallagher being Mr. Right Now.”
“You don’t mean that, Scarlett,” Keely chided gently.
“I’m so torn. Wynn was amazing. He was funny and charming.”
“And the sex was off the charts,” Keely reminded her, grinning.
“That, too.”
“Maybe he does want the same things you do, Scarlett. He might’ve told you if you’d given him a chance.”
“You think?” She wanted to believe that but something held her back.
“I think if you like him this much, there might be a chance that it could turn into more. If it does, great. If it doesn’t, then it wasn’t meant to be anyway. Wynn’s what, mid-thirties? He might be itching to have kids even more than you. And how does someone like Wynn Gallagher even meet a nice girl? Probably every woman he’s introduced to thinks of him as a superstar—and not a man.” Keely paused. “Even superstars are people first, Scarlett. They have feelings. They want love and happiness, the same as everyone else.”
She sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t know.”
“Give it some time. You don’t have to act now. See if he contacts you about repping him. If he doesn’t, maybe it’s because he wants to keep the professional and personal separate. If he does, you can get a better feel after being around him more.” Keely took her hands. “Just don’t close the door on this guy, okay? And remember, you can talk to me about anything.”
“All right.” Scarlett sighed. “I’ll pull myself together. Thanks for the pep talk but shouldn’t you be at home with Mac? I know how precious your Sundays are together.”
Keely grinned. “He was eager for me to come see you this morning. He really liked Wynn and wanted me to pump you about how things went between the two of you. Mac nudged me last night. It was while you were throwing the dice. He told me to look at the way Wynn was watching you.”
“How?”
“Like there was something there. A connection. Wynn’s face betrayed his interest in you, Scarlett. That man already cares for you. I’m sure of it.”
“Hmm.”
“Just food for thought.” Keely stood. “I’m going to head home. Mac promised me a lengthy foot rub after we walk Jax.”
Scarlett hugged her friend. “That’s what I want,” she said softly. “A guy who’ll rub my feet when I’m pregnant.” She laughed. “Or even when I’m not.”
She walked Keely to the door. “Keep me posted on how filming goes this week.”
“Will do.”
“Love to Mac. And Jax.”
She closed the door and leaned against it.
Had she been too abrupt with Wynn? She’d painted him as other men she’d dated, lumping him with self-centered actors whose vanity and ego didn’t allow room for anyone else. Yet Wynn was a huge name in the business. Men like that rarely gave Scarlett Corrigan the time of day. Yes, she was attractive and smart but too many men of her acquaintance wanted their women drop-dead gorgeous, without caring about intelligence or personality. Much less ambitious ones, which she was in spades.
Was Wynn different? Is that why she’d felt such a connection with him?
If anything, she had patience. She would take Keely’s advice and see how it played out. If Wynn didn’t contact her about representing him, there might be hope. And if he did?
She’d make the best of it. Be the consummate professional. Solve whatever problem he had and know she was meant to look elsewhere for, lack of better words, the man of her dreams.
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Wynn parked his Triumph Spitfire and walked a block to Lymon McGraw’s office tower. He knew he was taking a chance by keeping the lunch date he’d made with Scarlett Saturday night. She’d said she was busy all Monday but when he’d pressed, she’d agreed to a working lunch. He was afraid if he called her assistant, Scarlett would back out. Better to show up, lunch in hand. He’d Googled her firm and knew they represented big names from actors to musicians to athletes. Wynn bet she wouldn’t want to be seen turning him away in front of her colleagues.
Sometimes, it did pay