Staying Power Book 14 in the Action! Series by G.A. Hauser Read Free Book Online

and got into his
car.
    Alex started the engine and smiled on the
drive home, still feeling the taste and kiss of Randy Dawson on his
lips. He rubbed between his legs and moaned.
    ~
    Mark finished drying his hair and, wearing
just a pair of jeans and a loose fitted cotton shirt, trotted down
the stairs. Steve was preparing a salad and the scent of onions and
garlic sautéing in a pan permeated the bottom floor. Mark leaned on
the counter near Steve, who was just in a pair of gym shorts after
his shower. Mark ate a slice of carrot and asked, "Has Alex
returned our call?"
    "Nope. But I spoke to Jack and he said Alex
and Adam went to an audition."
    "I know. He left me a voicemail. Should I
call Jackie and see if they're back yet?"
    "Sure." Steve fed Mark another carrot slice
and tended the sauté pan.
    Mark picked up the phone, crunching on the
carrot and called Jack's phone number.
    "Hi, babe," Jack's deep voice came over the
line.
    "Hi, Jackie. Is Adam home?"
    "He's just walking through the door."
    "Are you boys coming for dinner?" Mark cupped
the phone and asked Steve, "Did they say?"
    "Jack wasn't sure."
    Mark focused on the phone call again. "Are
you and Adam coming for the weekend?"
    "Hang on. Let me see what Adam is up to."
    As Jack spoke to Adam, Mark watched Steve
cook, looking over his shoulder. "What are you making?"
    "Sausages and onions over pasta."
    Mark curled his nose. "Oh."
    Steve glanced at him. "They are organic, fat
free."
    "Still." Mark made a face of annoyance at
him.
    "You're not modeling this weekend and you
promised to eat!"
    "Keep your 'air on!" Mark held up his hand
and backed away.
    "Mark?" Jack asked.
    "Yes. I'm here."
    "Adam said as soon as he changes we can head
over."
    "Oh. Good. See you soon."
    "And…" Jack said.
    "And?" Mark gazed at the bowl of salad.
    "Alex has been offered a starring role in a
George Ford film…alongside Randy Dawson."
    "What? That was the audition he was on? Are
you joking?" Mark whipped around to meet Steve's curious stare.
    "Yes. I mean. No, I'm not joking. Adam said
he'll bring the script so you can read it."
    "Yes, please. Thank you, Jackie. See you
soon." Mark hung up and anxiously dialed Alex.
    "What?" Steve asked, holding up a wooden
spoon he was using to stir the sausages and onions.
    Mark indicated, 'hang on' to him and waited
for Alex to pick up.
    "What, Dad?"
    "Alex! I just heard the news!"
    "Yeah, uh, can I call you back?"
    "Why don't you sound happy?" Mark's smile
faded.
    "I'm talking about it with Billy. Let me call
you later."
    "Alex," Mark became upset. "Tell Lt
Sharpe—"
    "Captain," Steve corrected.
    Mark tried to ignore him. "Tell Billy you
have a career to aspire to. He can't stand in the way."
    "Let me call ya back. Okay?"
    "Fine." Mark disconnected the phone and laid
it on the counter, beginning to set the dinner table for four.
    "Well?" Steve asked.
    "Alex got an offer to star in a George Ford
film."
    Steve put the wooden spoon down and gaped at
Mark in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? The George Ford?"
    "Yes. The George Ford. He'll be co-starring
with Randy Dawson."
    "Holy shit!" Steve brightened up. "Our Alex?
Starring in a movie with Randy Dawson?"
    "Seems Billy isn't as happy as we are."
    "Oh, come on!" Steve narrowed his eyes in
annoyance. "What's Alex going to do? Have an affair with Randy? The
guy isn't even gay."
    "You sure?" Mark placed ceramic dishes around
the table, then silverware. "Many of those gorgeous leading men
are. He's not married."
    "He's always in the tabloids with a woman on
his arm."
    "So was Rock Hudson."
    Steve dumped the fresh pasta into a colander,
draining it. "Even if he's gay, that doesn't mean Alex will cheat.
Come on, Mark. He's not going to do anything behind Billy's
back."
    Mark didn't know. He set out wine glasses and
tumblers, and then folded napkins. "Then…if I were asked to do a
modeling shoot in say…France…"
    Steve glanced at Mark quickly as he stirred
olive oil into the pasta.
    "And I was on location