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.”He waved his hands toward the door.“Go.I’ll be fine.”“Are you sure?”“Yes.”She left, and he slumped down in his recliner.Now he couldn’t even get a good pity party going without thinking about disappointing Michaela, not being the man she believed him to be.He closed his eyes.Maybe if he slept more, the hole in his chest where his identity used to live might close up a little.The next time Jude rose to consciousness, the sun blinded him.Squinting at the clock, he groaned.Six in the morning, and it didn’t appear he’d be getting any more sleep.What had woken him, though?His cell phone chirped and he remembered turning it back on out of guilt after Hurricane Michaela had left.As he clutched his head, he remembered why he never drank more than one or two beers.Hangovers were a bitch.Reaching over, he picked up the phone.A text message.Hi.I’m a friend of Leo’s.I represent fitness talent—basically models, but with a few differences.He showed me your calendar page, and I’d like to talk.Below the first text came another with his name and phone number.Was this guy serious? And who the fuck texted people at six in the morning?The phone beeped again.Shit.Sorry.I’m in London on a business trip and totally spaced on the time difference.Hope I didn’t wake you.Call me soon, please.Tossing the phone on the table, Jude went to the bathroom to scrub the fuzziness out of his mouth.He’d need to remember in the future how much he hated hangovers.That hadn’t crossed his mind when he’d decided drinking would help ease the pain.He waited a couple of hours, flipping through the channels endlessly, until the time arrived that it didn’t seem patently cruel to call someone.: He started with Lyle so he could get the whole picture before he called this guy back.“Anderson, here.”“Hey man, it’s Jude.”His friend’s voice instantly took on that note of pity Jude despised so much.“How are you, bud?”“Wonderful.No idea what I’m gonna do with the rest of my life, but other than that, no complaints.” He tried hard to keep the extra edge of bitterness out of his tone, but he knew Lyle would understand.“Anyway, I called because I had a couple of text messages from some dude about the calendar.”“Yeah, I gave Leo your number to give to him.I, um, was gonna call you yesterday to okay it with you, but….”Jude sighed.“That’s fine.Do you know anything about this guy?”He could almost see Lyle’s shrug over the phone.“Just that he’s gotten Leo some good deals.Seems like an okay guy.Leo trusts him, so that says something to me right there.”Marines didn’t tend to be overly trusting, in Jude’s experience, so Lyle had a point.“I’ll give him a call.Why the hell not?”“Hey, you might as well work that pretty face while you’ve got it.”“Yeah, whatever.Later.” He hung up and looked at the number he’d scrawled on a pad.The call went through with a crackle and Jude waited, curious despite himself.“Mason Douglas, at your service.”“Um, Jude Fisher, calling you back.”“Jude!” The man said his name like he was a long-lost prodigal son, and Jude resisted rolling his eyes.“Thank you for calling me back.Great shot in the calendar.Were you happy with it?”“Sure.I mean, what’s not to be happy about?”“Exactly.You speak to the camera, Jude, and I need some guys like that.”“Speak to the camera?”“Yes.Some models—there’s just nothing there.It’s like you’re staring at dead air.Then there are other models, like what I saw on your face in the calendar, who look like you’re daring us to come talk to you, or screw with you, or whatever.Very powerful stuff.”Was this guy blowing smoke up Jude’s ass? Only one way to find out.“Thank you.I enjoyed doing it.Is there something I can help you with?”“I’d like to represent you.I want to see you in full color on the covers of Men’s Health, GQ….” the guy’s voice trailed on and Jude wondered if he would have been able to see the stars—or dollar signs—in the man’s eyes if he had been standing in front of him.Jude rubbed the back of his neck.“GQ?”“Oh yes.The world of the fitness model has exploded.”“I’ll take your word for it.”“Look, I can tell I’ve overwhelmed you.”Jude snorted.“Just a little.”“Go on my Web site.Read the testimonials both from clients and from casting agents.Ask Leo about me.He’s worked with me.If you’re interested in pursuing this, give me a call.”“One thing [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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