Mr. Picture Perfect – Spruce Texas Read Online Daryl Banner

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Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 135522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
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This is the third time since arriving that he’s started to spiral. “You’re going to be great, Cole. Amazing. The whole opening part ran smoothly, didn’t it? And the question section, well, that won’t actually happen until the day of the event, but I think you’ll nail it. You’re great on your feet. This is just the rehearsal. Everyone’s supposed to feel awkward the whole time. You remember what Tamika said? Theatre’s her thing. This is normal.”

He frowns. “But I’m not an actor. And I’m not a showboating model. I’m …” His eyes drift down to the Speedos he’s got on. He lets out an exasperated laugh. “I’m not any kind of person.”

I find myself surprised by his fear right now. Cole has always been the brave one who leads the way. He never trembled at the idea of being in front of so many people in just a few short days. But the closer it looms, the more I see the change in him. The way his eyes gloss over. The way his throat constricts when he talks. And he’s been doing this weird thing lately where he stares at me for too long without blinking, then his left eye starts twitching.

There’s a knock at the door. “Cole?” comes Tamika’s voice.

I quickly dive behind one of the clothing racks, hiding. Cole appears to find that strange, chuckles, then comes up to the door. “Yes?” he calls out.

“They’re about to start the swimsuit part,” she says. “Are you dressed yet? Need another five?”

“Just another minute’s all I need,” he calls back with a smile. “Thank you so much, Tamika.”

“Take your time. Anthony’s being a fussy baby down the hall. Something about the color of his swimsuit. Ugh. Am I getting paid enough for this?” She lets out a laugh and walks away.

Cole takes a breath to calm his nerves, then faces the clothing rack, where he finds my face between two shirts. He cracks a smile. “Why are you hiding?”

“I just … It’s …” I come out from behind the rack. “Uh, no one knows I’m here with you. I told them I needed a bathroom break, so they probably think I fell in. They’ll send someone to spelunk me out of the toilet if I don’t get back soon.”

He smiles. “I’ll be fine, Noah. You can go if you need to.”

“Are you sure?”

“Completely.”

I take a step away from the clothing racks. “Okay.”

He smiles at me, then fishes around for his shirt. He struggles to put it on, the sleeves tight on his arms. Then I watch his fingers shaking as he tries to do up the buttons.

I quickly come to him and take over with the buttoning. Cole watches me, gnawing on his lip, then whispers, “Thank you.”

I finish, then look him in the eyes. “You’re going to be great. Think of how fun it’ll be, coming out in a shirt, everyone thinking you’re the modest one, and then …” I make the gesture. “You rip it off and reveal your sexy Speedos. The crowd goes crazy. You have officially entered everyone’s spank bank.”

Cole snorts, then squints at me. “I’m not sure ‘spank bank’ is a term I ever thought I’d catch you using.”

I frown at him. “Why not?”

He chuckles, then tilts his head. “So you think they’re sexy? These tiny things they’ve got me wearing?”

“Of course. Objectively sexy.”

He takes hold of my shirt and tugs me toward him, surprising me. Our hips come together. “You think I’m objectively sexy?”

I give him a look. “I think anyone who claims not to have a totally human reaction to looking at you is …” I squirm. “… a liar.”

He finds that funny, his face lighting up. “I’m so lucky you’re here with me.”

“You did insist on inviting approximately no one to the dress rehearsal today to support you,” I remind him, “unlike Dean and Anthony, who have people out there in the audience, so … I guess that makes me your only guy.”

“You’re the only support I need,” he says.

I peer into his eyes, turning instantly into sugary goo.

Then he traps me in a surprise kiss.

I melt against his body, unable to resist Cole, both literally and figuratively, held against him as I am.

“Okay, okay,” I murmur against Cole’s lips, “I’d … I’d better go before they really send someone to the bathroom looking for me.”

“Can’t we just stay in this room for the rest of the evening?”

“No, we can’t,” I answer, taking him too literally.

“I sure wish we could … but then we’d probably make Tamika mad at us. As well as Nadine. And everyone else who is out there waiting on me to put on a shirt.”

“And on Anthony to stop complaining about the color of his swimsuit,” I add.

Cole gives me another surprise peck on the lips, then holds me close. “You should stay at the house with us tonight.”


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