Colby’s eyes went saucer-sized. Hell, so did Jason’s. Colby was a genius; he’d swear that and believe it. But that was a pretty damn legendary name to drop. Especially coming from another legendary name. That reputation. Those reputations. Holy s**t.
He couldn’t even imagine how Colby must be feeling. That post-scene crash of emotions, flayed to the bone, now with that kind of praise on top.
“Oh, yes, you do,” Laurie went on. “That passion, and that vulnerability…he told me once, back when I was young and starting out, that all his roles were about love. Swashbuckler, soldier, outlaw, king, or even the villain of the piece, he’d say, they all loved something, their country or their lady or power or themselves. So he looked for that, at the core.” One more small hand-squeeze, and some mor
