Back in his apartment, Les lay on his back on his bed, his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. He knew he should call Russ. He knew his faithful lover would want to know what happened at the meeting with Sid and Frederickson. Hank had been instructed to make a press release regarding Les’s engagement to Hillary. He didn’t want Russ to hear that on the evening entertainment news. He figured Russ would understand it was a studio smokescreen, concocted to protect Les’s precious all-American s*x idol image, but Les knew he should show Russ the respect he deserved and tell him himself.
He reached for the phone just as it rang. The caller ID gave Russ’s cell number.
Les picked up the phone, pressed the talk button, and said, “Russ , I’m so sorry. This is such a mess. I was just go
