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the
Rageheart
series too many times to count. But
as powerful and intense as Liam is on-screen, he’s even more so in the flesh. It’s refreshing to see him play a character so different from that brooding and violent demon. His version
of Petruchio is a lovable rogue, and I’d almost forgotten how stunning he is when he smiles. He didn’t do it much while he was massacring all those sadistic angel overlords.
    As I look around, I notice that every single person has their eyes glued to him, and this is why he’s a star. Liam is one of those actors who just has
it
. It’s part talent,
and part confidence, and just enough raw vulnerability to make you want to fuck him and hug him at the same time. At least, that’s how he affects most women.
    Despite being a six-foot-three wall of rippling muscle who could no doubt beat anyone who messed with him into a bloody pulp, he makes you want to take care of him.
    “Did you know he was this talented?” Marco asks when I release the cast for a coffee break.
    “He was excellent as Romeo,” I say. “I wasn’t sure how he’d handle this role, but it fits him like a glove.”
    Marco nods. “I only wish Angel were as good. I’d hoped she’d bring some level of complexity to Katherine. But she’s playing her as a two-dimensional screamer.”
    “Art imitating life,” our production intern, Denise, mumbles beside me.
    “Watch how you talk about my woman,” Josh says. “Hating her just because she’s beautiful and rich is not the least bit cool.”
    “Oh, please,” Denise says. “Even if she ate someone alive, you’d defend her because she gives you a boner, right, Josh?”
    Josh opens his mouth to protest but thinks better of it. “I decline to answer.”
    Denise snorts. “Josh, I love you, but look at you and then look at Liam Quinn. Who do you think she’s going to pick to have babies with?”
    When Josh sneezes “Fuck you” and flips her the bird, I have to laugh. It’s not that he’s not attractive, because he totally is, in a hot-geek sort of way. Six foot tall,
brown, wavy hair, brown eyes, handsome face. He’s broad-shouldered enough to look great in clothes without needing to work out, and girls seem to find his hipster horn-rim glasses sexy. But
the harsh reality is, if he and Liam were cast in a movie together, Liam would be the superhero, and Josh would be the sidekick.
    “Doubt all you like,” Josh says with a shrug. “But that woman is going to be all over me in a few weeks. Mark my words.”
    “Sure she is.” I pat his shoulder and then head out into the hallway to round up the cast from their break. When I find Liam at the water cooler, I try not to look directly into his
eyes. “We’re starting again, Mr. Quinn.”
    He mutters a quiet “Thanks, Liss,” and I walk away before he can say anything else.
    Once everyone’s back, we continue where we left off, and apart from Angel’s screeching her lines like a medieval fish merchant, we’re all pleased with how things are shaping up
by the time lunch rolls around.
    As usual, I eat at my desk.
    I have a small office down the corridor from the rehearsal room. It’s not the Ritz, but it suits me fine. When I’m not rehearsing, I’m usually in here, catching up on paperwork
while everyone else is relaxing.
    Ah, the glamorous life of a stage manager.
    I’m working on adjustments to the rehearsal schedule when Josh rushes in. His cheeks and ears are bright pink. That only happens when he’s really angry or really turned on.
    “Hey. What’s up?”
    “Nothing. I need money. Angel needs something else to eat.”
    We’ve turned our conference room into a private dining area so Angel and Liam don’t have to push through the fans and paps to eat lunch. Some of New York’s finest restaurants
deliver their meals, but it’s Josh and Denise who have the pleasure of being their waiters.
    I smile. “Why are you blushing? What did Angel do?”
    “Nothing. She’s fine.” I raise my