Sean stared down at his drink. He had never felt more hopeless in his whole life. In this city of nearly three million people, how could he ever hope to find Josh Tyler? He had already searched online for an address, but to no avail. And Sean couldn’t even remember the name of the production company. Even if he could, he doubted if contact information would be publicly listed anyway.
He felt someone hovering near him. He looked up to see a guy about his own age. Under ordinary circumstances Sean might have felt a pull of attraction to the man, who sported pumped-up muscles and, even on this chilly night, wore only tight jeans and a black tank that showed off his ripped chest and bulging biceps to good advantage. But the guy’s face, beneath his thick auburn hair, was drawn, the cheeks sunk
