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ExcerptRight away, Keely noticed the guy getting out of the black truck beside her.Really noticed him.He was probably six-two, wearing a navy T-shirt that showed off enough bicep and a lot of strong forearm, one of her weaknesses. His faded jeans spotlighted an amazing ass, another weakness. If this guy had a sense of humor, he would be her trifecta. Light brown hair cropped close and what looked like a year-round tan rounded out the picture.“Hi. Where are you going?” she asked, trying to be friendly—and see up close what color eyes he had.Not that she was in shopping mode for a new man in her life. Starting a new film wasn’t the time to begin a new relationship, even with a man who looked this amazing. But it never hurt to look. Looking was healthy.He turned and sized her up. Keely’s mouth went dry. Normally, she’d be pissed at a man checking her out so thoroughly. In his case, she’d overlook it.Especially since she’d been guilty of doing the same.Jax warbled at the stranger and Keely laughed seeing his reaction.The man closed the gap between them. “What . . . was that?”“This is Jax. And that . . . was his non-bark.”The man’s espresso eyes studied her dog. “He’s a basenji.”“How did you know? Most people have never heard of the breed.”“I saw a movie—Goodbye, My Lady—about a basenji. Brandon De Wilde, the kid from Shane, was in it.”Keely scratched Jax’s head. “You know Shane and Goodbye, My Lady. Are you a film buff?”He shrugged. “My parents raised me on the classics. I go to the movies at least twice a week. Binge like a fool on Netflix. Attend film festivals.”Keely loved classic films but some of this guy’s appeal faded. He had to be an actor. She’d dated her fair share of fellow actors when she’d arrived in Hollywood and decided she’d never do so again.Still, curiosity led her to ask, “Are you an actor?”“No. Stuntman and stand-in. Mac Randall.”He offered her his hand and she shook it. Mr. Not an Actor’s appeal increased exponentially. She told herself to tamp down her interest but heard herself say, “I’m glad you know how to shake. Firm without crushing my hand. Most guys try to be cool and overdo it.”“I’m not most guys.”
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