Gavin Reese rose to stardom and became a teenage heartthrob ten years ago, but before that, he was just Gavin, an eighteen-year-old boy who caught my eye and stole my heart while filming the movies that would eventually make him a household name.
We were friends first. I was only fifteen and too young for anything romantic, but over the next year, our friendship grew into something more. Something special. At least, it was special to me.
Apparently, what he had with his gorgeous costar wasn't all smoke and mirrors and lines on a page.
Ten years later, he came back to Evening Shade for a convention celebrating the anniversary of the first film's release. I managed to avoid him the whole weekend, but now that he's decided to stay for a while, I don't know what I'm going to do.
But I know what I'm not going to do.
I'm not going to fall for that sweet, good guy act. Not again. I may have fangirled over the boy who'd eventually become a star, but I refuse to fall for the playboy who's never had a serious relationship . . . including the one he had with me.
Ouch. Why does that still sting?
