Chapter 4
Jeremy Jacob was nearly perfect. When he walked into a room, heads turned. Spencer knew that for a fact, because that had actually happened when he strolled into the callbacks like he wasn’t up for the lead in his first off-Broadway production. He had cheekbones to cut glass, dimples like the Grand Canyon, and blue eyes that seemed completely without guile. They came atop a long, lean, muscled body, showcased at the callback in a simple white T-shirt and jeans slung so low on his hips, Spencer kept expecting to get a glimpse of a perfect ass every time he turned around. Best of all, with his blond hair swept back and slicked down, Jeremy had a close enough resemblance to Kip Palmer to make the hair stand up on the back of Spencer’s neck.
He couldn’t take his eyes off him. Jerem
