They met at the kick-off cast party for
Gimme Moor, a modern-day musical retelling of Shakespeare’s
classic play, Othello. DeMar played the lead role, and
though Josh had been around the circles off-Broadway long enough to
know him by sight, they’d never worked together before. But the
moment DeMar strolled through the door, leading lady Leila giggling
on his arm, Josh felt his feet sweep out from under him.
Literally—he sank into one of the chairs that
lined the wall behind him, mouth agape, eyes riveted. DeMar was, in
a word, divine. A gorgeous man with skin the color of
polished teak, head shaved smooth, and jaw edged with a razor-thin
line of dark hair, DeMar had eyes like pools of ink Josh would have
drowned in happily. Broad shoulders, thick arms, a strong chest
tapering
