Sandra's Classics - The Bad Boys of Romance - Boxed Set (65 page)

‘Yes, you did. I’m familiar with the play.’

‘Well, then, why don’t you follow along? Get the feel of things.’

Cade nodded and took his seat again, waiting until things had settled back to normal before he looked at Shannon. She was staring down at the floor, and he took a deep breath and leaned towards her.

‘I’m sorry,’ he whispered. ‘I tried to tell you.’

She shook her head, afraid of how her voice would sound if she tried to speak.

‘It’s not my fault you jumped to the wrong conclusion,’ he insisted. ‘Will you look at me, damn it?’

‘Just get away from me.’

‘Shannon, please... ’

‘Mr. Morgan...’

‘Can’t you call me Cade?’

‘I know what I’d like to call you,’ she said, the words exploding from her with fury. ‘I know what you deserve to be called. You  egotistical
jerk!’

Was that loud, cracked voice hers? she thought in horror. Yes, it had to be, because there wasn’t another sound in the room.

And every eye was on her, including her teacher’s.

‘Sorry,’ she said, closing her eyes as she heard herself. The word had come out sounding as if she were being strangled. She cleared her throat and tried again. ‘Sorry,’ she repeated, this time in tones that approximated the normal range of the human voice.

She forced a smile to her lips; it was almost physically painful to maintain it for the next couple of minutes, but finally people looked away and, after what seemed hours, everybody’s attention was back on the actors reading their scene at the front of the room. She took a deep breath and then reached down to retrieve her script.

‘I’ll get that,’ Cade whispered, bending at the same instant. His hand accidentally brushed hers and she pulled back, startled at the sudden heat that enveloped her at the contact.

‘I don’t need your help!’

‘Come on, Shannon, I said I was sorry.’

‘Sorry? Sorry? You could walk on burning coals and I wouldn’t accept your apology.’

The girl in front of them turned and stared at them and Shannon bit her lip.

‘I’m sorry,’ she murmured.

Cade shook his head in disbelief. ‘Terrific. When you say that word, you expect people to accept it as an apology. When I say it, you just get angrier. Maybe you’d like to explain that to me.’

‘Look, just let me be, will you? You managed to make a fool of me again... ’

‘I had nothing to do with making a fool of you,’ he said, and then he began to laugh softly. ‘I didn’t mean that the way it came out, Shannon. Really, I didn't even know you were in this class.’

‘I bet.’

‘It’s the truth. I panicked when Crawford gave me a script and told me you and I would be starting rehearsals tomorrow...Now what? My God, woman, must you always look at me as if you wanted to murder me?’

‘Crawford said what?’ Shannon gasped. ‘You and I...?’

‘Didn’t anybody tell you?’

‘Nobody said a word.’

‘Damn! He said your agent spoke to you about it.’

‘Why should she?’ she asked in a harsh whisper. ‘My opinion isn’t worth anything.’

‘Look, it’s worth something to me. I...’

The teacher cleared his throat loudly. ‘We don’t engage in personal chitchat here, Cade,’ he said, peering at them over his reading-glasses.

It pleased Shannon no end to see a crimson blush spread across Cade’s face.

‘Uh—sorry about that,’ he said quickly. ‘I—uh—I was asking Miss Padgett—Shannon—what page we were on.’

‘Page forty-nine,’
Eli said. ‘Look, Cade, why don’t you come up here and try a few lines for us?’

A murmur ran through the classroom and Shannon smiled as Cade’s blush deepened. The game’s up, Mr. Morgan, she thought. Your name and your fame got you into this class; well, now it’s time to ante up or fold your hand.

‘I’m not really ready...’

‘No one is ever really ready the first time. But we’ve got to start somewhere, and you did say you needed to make rapid progress.’

Shannon glanced at Cade out of the corner of her eye. The rush of color had faded from his face, to be replaced by a pale mask. She could see a muscle knotting in his jaw. He turned suddenly, his indigo eyes locking with hers, and her smile faltered.

There was fear in his gaze but there was something more—a question, perhaps? She turned away sharply and after a second, she heard him draw a deep breath.

‘What the hell,’ he murmured, and  got to his feet. ‘I need more than rapid progress,’ he said aloud. ‘I need to be an Olivier by tomorrow, Eli. Maybe the play we should be studying is
The Miracle Worker.
’

The class laughed politely as he threaded his way to the front of the room. Cade shook hands with the actor who had been playing the scene and then straddled the' stool the man vacated. The actress seated opposite him smiled, only the rose overlay on her pale cheeks hinting at the fact that she was excited at the prospect of doing this scene with Cade Morgan.

‘You said you were familiar with
Streetcar
,
didn’t you?’

Cade cleared his throat and looked up at Eli. ‘Right. Actually, I know it pretty well. I had the Kowalski role in my senior year in high school.’

Polite laughter again.

And then, silence.

‘Are you ready?’ Cade asked the girl next to him in a soft voice. She nodded and he took a deep breath. ‘Then, let’s do it,’ he said.

He bent his head while the actress launched into her opening lines, his hands holding the script in a white- knuckled grip. A faint sheen of dampness gleamed under the lock of dark hair that had fallen across his forehead. Shannon sat forward, waiting for his first line.

The girl playing Blanche was good. She’d caught the character’s fragility. Cade was watching her as if she held the key to the mysteries of the universe. The self-assured master of the stage had disappeared. In his place was a man with an ashen cast to his skin and a tremor in his fingers.

God, he really was frightened. The pages of the script were vibrating in his hands. Despite herself, Shannon felt a faint stirring of compassion. She could still recall how terrified she’d felt the first time she’d sat up at the front of this room, facing all those impersonal faces, wanting desperately to succeed and yet certain she was going to fail.

It was almost time for his cue. Shannon saw his chest rise as he took a deep breath; then he forced his eyes from the girl and scanned the room slowly. His glance fell upon the instructor, but Eli’s expression was masked, as it always was. Shannon knew what he was doing; she’d done it herself when a part was particularly rough. He was looking for a friendly face, for someone to connect with before the scene opened before him like an abyss and drew him under.

Eli won’t help you, she thought. He’s the great stone face.

As if he’d heard the message, Cade’s gaze moved on, sliding from person to person. At last, he looked at her. For a heartbeat, she thought he was going to ignore her, and then those indigo eyes fastened on hers. There seemed to be a dozen different messages in their depths: fear and hope and some kind of plea, and suddenly something within her thawed.

H
is eyes read hers one last time and then he looked at the actress opposite him. His first line was delivered slowly, a bit unsteadily, but his voice gained strength as he spoke Tennessee Williams’ powerful words…

And then, as if by magic, Cade Morgan was gone and Stanley Kowalski, crude, almost obscenely masculine, was there in his place.

Yes, Shannon thought, yes, that’s the way. She hitched forward in her seat. She had seen at least a dozen Stanley Kowalskis during the past few years,  of them right here in this room. This was a play everybody liked to do; it had been done to death, and so had this part.

But Cade’s Stanley was not the stereotype she had seen so many times.

There was crudeness there, yes, but there was also a cruelty, a deliberate awareness of Blanche’s fragility, a determination to sully something simply because the Stanley Kowalskis of this world have to destroy whatever they can’t understand.

Cade spoke his final lines, the girl playing Blanche responded, and then there was silence. The instructor walked slowly to the center of the room and cleared his throat.

‘Well,’ he said finally, pursing his lips. ‘That was interesting. Very  interesting.’

Cade’s smile was tentative. ‘That’s what I usually say when I’ve got to tell somebody auditioning for me that I think they’re lousy,’ he said with a deliberate attempt at lightness.

The teacher smiled. ‘I’m afraid you’ll find we’re much more direct than that. If a performance is poor, we say so.’

‘I guess you can’t turn me into an Olivier, huh?’ Cade asked. Shannon wondered if anyone besides she could hear the anguish under the teasing question.

‘No, I don’t think you’ll ever be a threat to Larry,’ the teacher laughed. ‘But I must tell you I think we can turn you into a good actor by the end of the semester.’

Cade’s pleasure was instant and obvious. ‘All right!’ he said with a grin, getting to his feet and extending his hand to the instructor. Immediately, the other members of the class were on their feet, crowding around him, until finally he was surrounded.

Only Shannon hung back. She stood in the rear of the room, clutching the doorknob, staring thoughtfully at a Cade Morgan who had somehow escaped from the pigeon-hole in which she’d placed him.

Shannon
remembered her lines as Alice in Children’s Theatre. Curiouser and curiouser, Alice had said, and that was the line that sprang to mind now.

She had expected to laugh at Cade’s lack of ability. Instead, she had been stunned, even moved.

So what?

His unex
pected talent wasn’t the point. The point was that she didn’t like him. The point was that she was going to have to play opposite him. Someone should have told her about the casting change.

  The first thing to do was call Claire. Claire could have warned her. And then she’d call Jerry. He could have told her...

OK, they could have. But Cade would still have the part. And she’d still have to make the best of things.

‘Shannon?’ Cade’s voice carried clearly across the room. ‘Wait, please.’ The babble of voices died away as she turned towards him. ‘Please,’ he repeated, ‘give me five minutes.’

An hour earlier, she’d have cut him down with a sharp look and a sharper tongue. But the memory of the performance she’d just seen lingered. It made her hesitate, and when she turned and looked at him, his eyes held the same searching need that had so transfixed her a short while before. It took an effort of will to tear her eyes from his and shake her head.

‘I...
I haven’t the time,’ she said quickly.

‘Please.’

She looked past him, the color rising to her cheeks' as she caught sight of her classmates watching them with open curiosity. Make the best of things, she thought wearily, and she let out a sigh.

‘All right. I was going to stop for coffee but we can talk out in the hall instead.’

Cade smiled as he walked towards her. ‘Are you kidding?’ he asked in a husky murmur meant for her ears alone. ‘We’d have to assign seats to keep the crowd down. Look, I could use a cup of coffee myself. Why don’t we head uptown and I’ll buy you some lunch?’

Give an inch, take a mile, she thought as they stepped into the hall. ‘Thanks, but I never have lunch.’

‘OK, just   coffee, then. You name the place.’

His body brushed hers lightly at hip and thigh. She felt an electric tingle   and it made her want to strike out at him.

‘All right,’ she said, ‘there’s a place just around the comer that I stop in sometimes. Of course, it isn’t the kind of place you’re used to, so if you’d rather just go on your way...’

‘You’d be amazed at the kind of places I’m used to. I’ll bet I know every diner  and truck stop from here to California.’ He pulled a pair of dark glasses from his pocket and put them on as they reached the street.

Shannon glanced at him and raised her eyebrows. ‘Don’t tell me wearing those really keeps people from recognizing you.’

‘It helps a little,’ he said, tucking his hands into the slash pockets of his leather jacket and adjusting his long stride to hers. ‘I guess there isn’t much to worry about in this neighborhood. The streets are pretty empty.’

‘Yes, this is an industrial area. I should think you’re used to creating a stir, though. You’ve been a celebrity for a long time, haven’t you?’

He smiled tightly. ‘Lord, but I hate that word,’ he said. A truck rumbled past them and slowed. The driver leaned out the window, his brow furrowing as he stared at them. ‘Just keep walking,’ Cade murmured, his long legs moving more quickly. ‘New Yorkers are pretty good about things like this. If you don’t make eye contact, most of them leave you alone.’

‘I thought celebrities were used to
being noticed.’

‘Is that what you want? he asked sharply. ‘To be a celebrity?’

‘Me? I want to be the best actress I can,’ she said, looking up at him as if he’d accused her of an immoral act.

‘Well, I’ve spent the past fourteen years trying to be the best musician and composer I can,’ he answered, following her into a dingy cafe. ‘If I became a “ce
lebrity” along the way, it wasn’t by design.’

‘And now you want to be an actor,’ Shannon said, deliberately ignoring the censure in his tone.

Cade nodded as they sat down in a small booth. ‘It’s not something recent. I’ve wanted to act for a long time. It’s just that the time seems right.’

‘And Jerry Crawford’s willing to accommodate you.’

‘Jerry thinks I’ve got a good chance of making it,’ he said carefully. Shannon looked at him, trying to decide if his remark had been a statement or a challenge, but his expression gave nothing away. ‘What’s good to eat here?’ he asked, zipping open his leather jacket. ‘I’m starved—I haven’t had anything but a cup of coffee all day.’

She thought of her own demanding schedule and managed a polite smile. ‘Neither have I. There just wasn’t time between my exercise class, rehearsal, and the workshop.’ She folded her hands in her lap and looked at him, her grey eyes cool. ‘It must be difficult to work late at night. I suppose there’s a tendency to go out and unwind afterwards and then sleep in the next morning, but then you don’t have to do anything until that evening, do you?.’

‘That’s not exactly the way my day goes, Shannon,’ he said carefully. ‘I keep pretty busy.’

‘Yes, I forgot about interviews and photo sessions and autographs. That must take a lot of time.’

Cade put both hands flat on the table and leaned towards her. ‘Listen,’ he said quietly, ‘I’ve got a terrific idea. Why don’t you tell me why I rub you the wrong way? Maybe if we get it out in the open, I won’t be afraid you’ll put a knife in my back every time you see me.’

‘Having coffee was your idea, Mr. Morgan, not mine.’

‘That’s true, Miss Padgett. Indulging in fantasy was yours. I gather you’d love to think I spent the night in an orgy of wine, women, and song, and the day between satin sheets, but the truth is I had a couple of beers with the guys in the band and then took a cab back to my hotel. At least I was lucky last night—it was our last concert for a while....’ He broke off as a waitress loomed over them, menus in her hands. ‘Coffee and a piece of apple pie.’

‘Just coffee for me, please,’ Shannon said. She waited until the waitress left.  ‘Look, Mr. Morgan, what you do with your day is your business... ’ She paused while the girl  slapped two heavy mugs of coffee and a slab of gelatinous-looking pie on to the table. ‘You can sleep all day or take classes in nuclear physics or transcendental meditation for all I care...’

‘I got to bed around two and I was up at six—we had a seven o’clock rehearsal this morning for a new album we’re cutting. We’d still be at it, except we ran out of studio time.’ He forked a small bite of pie into his mouth and chewed steadily.

‘I’m sure you work hard,’ she said carefully. ‘But...’

‘But I’m still sub-human, hmm? Look, I’m sorry you had to find out I’d taken what’s his name, Tony’s part. Jerry was supposed to tell you or your agent. I know it was a shock.’

‘I don’t want to talk about it.’

‘But I do. Hell, we’re going to be working together. We should get all this sorted out.’

‘There’s nothing to sort out,’ she said, trying to sound more polite than she felt. ‘You wanted the part and you got it.’

‘You make it sound as if I got it by royal edict. But it wasn’t my idea—it was Jerry’s. In fact, I told him I had reservations. But he thinks I can handle it. He thinks... ’

‘Look,’ she said quickly, leaning towards him, ‘let’s stop playing games. Crawford thinks you’ll be a better draw
than Tony. That’s why he signed you. It’s that simple.’

‘There’s more to it than that, and you know it,’ Cade said, putting down his fork and shoving the plate aside. ‘And Tony hasn’t been dumped—they wrote him in else
where. Well, doesn’t that please you?’ he asked after a pause. ‘I thought it would. I mean, if you and he are involved...’

It was impossible not to smile at the thought. ‘Tony
and me? ’

‘No, I didn’t think so. If the guy meant something special to you, you’d have got that scene right.’

Shannon’s eyes narrowed. ‘What, pray tell, does that mean?’ she asked in a softly ominous voice.

‘Now who’s playing games? You know what it means. Crawford says you played the scene flat. Hell, if it hadn’t been for that, he wouldn’t have wanted me.’

‘Yes, I know,’ she asked sweetly. ‘I was present at your audition, remember?’ Her eyes flashed. ‘In fact, you might say I
was
your audition.’

‘Listen, are you still angry at me because I kissed you?’ Cade shook his head. ‘I thought I’d already apologized for that. You were explaining the part—you were so damned condescending—and you wouldn’t admit you had it all wrong...’

‘I did not. Besides, what would you know about it? Tony was playing opposite me, not you.’

‘I told you, I’d read the script. Crawford gave it to me when he asked me to guest star.’ He shook his head. ‘I’m still trying to figure that out. I was amazed that he wanted me in the first place.’

‘Who are you kidding?’ she said before she could stop herself. ‘He wanted you because you’re Cade Morgan. He didn’t care if you were good or bad or indifferent. You know it, I know it—everybody knows it.’

She’d gone too far. She knew it as soon as the torrent of angry words had stopped. Cade’s eyes had darkened and locked on hers. His mouth was a thin line as he reached for his wallet.

‘I don’t have to listen to this,’ he growled. ‘I thought you and I could reach some sort of agreement, but I see that’s impossible. Crawford was wrong. He read too much into that damned kiss.’

‘
Exactly! I’m glad you admit it.  It was so meaningless—but nobody wanted to hear that. You took me by surprise, for starters. I didn’t have time to prepare.’

‘You don’t prepare for passion, Padgett. It’s not like going to the dentist, for God’s sake!’

‘We’re not talking about passion,’ she said. ‘We’re talking about acting. I should have had time to get into character.
I...’

Cade’s eyebrows rose. ‘What the hell did getting into character have to do with that kiss? You’re a woman and I’m a man. Don’t you know that?’

‘Of course I know that!’ she snapped. ‘That’s just the point. If you knew anything about acting, you’d understand.’

‘I understand,
all right. I kissed you. And you reacted.’

‘God, you’re insufferable! Don’t you get it? You kissed Shannon Padgett, not the character I play in that damned soap. And it was Shannon Padgett who responded, not her. That’s why there were sparks, or chemistry, or whatever it was that everybody…’

Her eyes widened with shock, and the angry words caught in her throat. No, she thought, no—please, tell me I didn’t say that—but a quick look at Cade’s face told her she had, indeed, said that she hadn’t even let herself acknowledge until this second. He looked like a cat who’d been served a dish of
cream.

‘So,’ he said softly, ‘Crawford was right.’

‘No, no he wasn’t. I didn’t mean it the way it sounded.’

His eyes darkened and a crooked smile tugged at his mouth. ‘It’s too late, Padgett. I heard every word. Something happened when I kissed you.’

Shannon shook her head. ‘That’s not true,’ she insisted. Her throat was dry and she could hear her heart pounding in a crazy rhythm. All she wanted to do was look away from him, but his eyes were suddenly deep pools drawing her under.

‘Don’t lie to me,’ he said softly.

She swallowed. ‘Look, I know how this is going to end. Crawford will replace me. Maybe it’s for the best. Maybe I won’t even fight it...’

Cade looked at her as if she’d lost her mind. ‘
Are you nuts? He’ll replace me, not you. ’ll do the guest walk-on I originally signed for, and you and Tony or whoever can...’ An expression of such surprise and relief spread across her face that Cade stared at her in amazement. ‘Jesus, did you really think I’d try to muscle you out?’

‘Yes,’ she said softly. ‘It happens all the time. Just last week, Rima Dalton took away my best scene. She had them rewrite it for her. And once in summer stock at Provincetown...’

Cade leaned across the table and touched her hand. ‘You really weren’t thinking very clearly, Padgett. Crawford wouldn’t ditch you. Don’t forget, he only decided to change my part after he saw us together.’ She raised her head sharply and he smiled. ‘That’s just a statement of fact. I’ve already said I was sorry. And I really didn’t mean to embarrass you—it was just that you made me angry as hell.’

‘Of course you wanted to embarrass me,’ she said. ‘You wanted to get even.’

‘No, I...’ Cade sighed and then he nodded agreement. ‘OK, maybe. But only after you’d made me feel even more unsure of myself than I already felt.’

‘Come on. You, insecure? I saw you perform in front of a zillion people. You had them eating out of the palm of your hand.’

‘I break out in a nervous sweat before every performance,’ Cade said, flashing her a quick, almost embarrassed smile. ‘Besides, all I could think of that day on the Tomorrows set was that I was surrounded by real actors, not amateurs like me.’ That same vulnerable look that seemed to reach directly into her soul was back in his indigo eyes. ‘I don’t know why I let Jerry talk me into thinking I could act. He insisted it would be OK, that you and I would be—that we’d make a good team. But I’m no actor. I’m just a musician.’