I hadn’t seen him around the village. Amazing how small a place could be but you still didn’t bump into someone. Though I’d spent most of my time recently in the house, helping mum sort out dad’s belongings, scouring any and every casting call…
A man strode out on stage. “Hi Rose. Hope it’s all going well.” He looked half amused, half nervous. He was tall, very broad, with unruly curls and eyes the dark, decadent brown of that hot chocolate I’d been craving. A casual but well pressed check shirt, and jeans that hugged strong hips and thighs.
He stopped dead when he caught sight of me. I may have imagined the sucking in of breath that rippled around the hall. Or not. Conversation certainly stilled.
“Frank?” Duncan sounded wary, though his smile widened. I assumed it was the stage lights
