You'll Never Stand Alone

Chapter 4

"So tell me more about yourself." Whitney said, interrupting his lusty thoughts. "Where you are from, how long have you been in the industry, your family, you know, stuff like that." Kevin sat up. "Geez, I feel like I'm in an interview." They both shared an easy laugh. "Well, I'm California born and raised. My mother was a social worker, my dad was a popular electrician. I have two older brothers, one that I didn't get to meet unfortunately because he passed away as a child. Went to school at Cal State Fullteron, and decided one day that I really, truly loved acting. So I packed up went to Hollywood, got into come commercials and small roles until my recent breakthrough." Whitney nodded her head. "Impressive background." Kevin continued. "I'm also married with two girls." She forced a small smile "Oh how nice! I'm bet they are beautiful." Of course, all the good interesting ones are taken already... "Tell me about you, since we are playing the Barbara Walters game." Kevin joked. "Very funny Mr. Costner!" Whitney threw at him. "Please. Call me Kevin." He shot back. Whitney winked. "Nope, I like Mr. Costner better. Gives me more authority over you." "If you insist Ms. Houston." He teased. Whitney laughed, throwing her pillow at him. "I give up! But about me you ask? Haven't you read about me?" Kevin shook his head. "My aren't we cocky? But to answer your question, I've read some things here and there about you. Like you were a teen model, you're related to Dionne Warwick, your mother Cissy is a Gospel legend who sang backup for Elvis at one point. You know, things like that."

Whitney raised her eyebrows. "Oh so you've read a little about me, huh? Sounds like you know a little TOO much." Kevin playfully shrugged. "Hey. I'm just stating facts here! But go on." Whitney shook her head and smirked. "Well, I have two older brothers as well who both work for me along with my best friend Robin. I love spending time with my family and friends and having my "me" time as well. And I love singing more than anything in the world." "You do it so well. I knew you had to come from church with the God-given voice that you have." "How did you know that I came from church just by hearing my voice?" she asked. "I grew up Baptist, and sung in my church choir. And the one thing I do know about Baptists is that no matter what race we are, we all make a joyful noise to the man upstairs."
"You gotta be kiddin' me. I'm Baptist too! And you are so right, that's where I really learned how to sing because church taught me how to sing more with feeling and not just techniques.... So you sing too?!"

"Oh, just a bit here and there." He told her. "I want to start up a band one day. But for right now, I just wanna focus on my acting." "It's funny, because I feel the same way as you, but just the opposite goals. I'm solely focused on my musical career. But one of these days, I would like to really try my hand in doing a movie." "I bet you would be a good actress," Kevin told her. Whitney shrugged. "I don't know about all of that." Kevin looked at her. "Why not, you carry yourself well and can articulate very well. Hell, with the talent that's out now, you already a pro in comparison." "Stop!" Whitney chuckled, looking down. She was turning into a giggly school girl in his presence. "Can you sing something for me?" Kevin smirked. "I would but I don't have my guitar and I Can only sing with it." Whitney gave him a sarcastic glare. "I'm just kidding. I'll do it for you one day. I promise." "I'll hold you to that." Whitney replied

A few minutes turned into over an hour of good conversation between the two of them. They talked further about their families, church, God, their careers, and other mutual interests. They both had to admit how they were a bit taken aback with how much they had in common. The conversation between the two of them flowed naturally and they instantly became comfortable like two longtime friends. Kevin liked how down-to-earth and mature Whitney really was, which was just like his personality. He also liked that she still maintained a child-like demeanor as well and noticed that she liked to joke and have a good time. Whitney thoughts were mutual and appreciated how Kevin Costner, seem to act like Kevin Costner, no matter where he was.

"Wow." Kevin said looking down at his watch. "I really hate cutting this short, but my flight is supposed to be out soon. Besides, I'm sure you are tired of me talking your ears off." "I was wondering when you were ever going to stop and let me get a word in." she winked at him. "You're quite the comedian I see Whiney." Kevin laughed

"I know. Why do you think my name is WHIT-ney?" she asked as she walked him to the door. Kevin looked down, anticipating what he was about to ask next "Now that we are friends, is there any way I can get your number, so we can keep in touch with one another?" Whiney gave him a look. "Aren't we bold Mr. Costner. Sure your wife won't mind? I don't want to disrespect what you have." "Not at all." Kevin shrugged it off. "She has male friends and I trust her. So I expect the same." He wasn't quite sure about the later statement, but Katie would have to deal. There was no shame and harm in two friends talking every once in a while. Whitney wrote down her number and handed it to him." Here is my personal line, so this will get you right to me. Call me when you need me. Preferably in the daytime, around your wife." She winked at him. Kevin gave a small smile as he wrote down his number and handed it to her. "Duly noted, princess. Here's my direct line. Call me when you need me. In the daytime and around your significant other." "Very funny." Whitney retorted. "I don't have a significant other. But if I did, he would be confident to know that I am talking to my friend."

Kevin laughed. "Whitney, you are a delight. Hopefully we can reconnect soon and grab some lunch or dinner." "Sounds good. Have your people, call mine." Whitney joked. They stood there a few seconds before Kevin reached down to hug her, inhale in sweet perfume. He bit the bottom of his lip, willing the sensual thoughts that dared to enter his mind. Whitney took in his masculine embrace, feeling temporarily warm and secure a few seconds before pulling away. "See you later. And thanks again for everything." "See ya later Whitney," Kevin told her, walking away before he got himself into some trouble.

As soon as she closed her hotel door, Whitney leaned against it, both intrigued and angered by her feelings. He's married and White. You can't always get what you want she thought as she smiled. But damn, doesn't it feel good to dream?