WesAfter breakfast on the beach with Art, Wes climbed into his car just in time for his waiting cell phone to go off. Picking it up, he scanned the caller ID. It was his agent and good friend Emily Hawthorne.
“Hey Em, what’s the…” Before the Brit could even finish his sentence, the bright eyed beauty immediately interjected herself. “Wes, you need to get in touch with Jon Templeton ASAP. And by ASAP I mean as soon as I hang up this phone. There is currently a shit storm heading our way. Warners don’t want you for Bound By Blood and Universal are willing to buy the film and you providing Jon does them a solid. If this deal falls flat we’re both fucked” Wes couldn’t help but laugh as he often did when talking to Emily. “For such a pretty girl you haven’t half got a foul mouth, Em.” “REALLY! Jokes Wes? You’re an idiot. A loveable one but an idiot. Call him. Send Jen and Tilly my love” The phone went dead after Wes said his goodbye. Quickly he dialled the number Jon had given him yesterday. “Jon? Wes Reed, heard you wanted to talk?”
Lucas“Dark chocolate waffles? I’m all about it” Luke watched as Sirenia made a move into the kitchen. He began tucking into the cereal she had given him. He’d eat a whole load of crap today and get back to work outs, weight training etc in the morning. This day had already became a pleasant surprise, there was a lot more to Miss St Claire than her unique appearance dictates. Reaching over, Luke grabbed the remote and switched over to sports. For one of the first times in the last few months, the face of one Lucas LeBlanc wasn’t plastered all over it…oh speak to soon. The reporters were talking about the LA Kings upcoming game and how Luke’s quick feet and violent temperament may be a big factor in the game. What a bunch of shit.