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I’ll never get over how good it feels when he does little things like that. It lets me know that he’s thinking of me, that he’s making room for me in his world.
This might be melodramatic to say, but sometimes it feels like the gorgeous, broody man is healing my deepest wounds, one tiny, considerate gesture at a time.
Inside my head, everything is moving so fast since Nolan and I started having sex. I don’t want to get ahead of myself and make assumptions about where things are going. Because to him, this could be just a physical thing. But more and more, it’s starting to feel like the real thing. At least on my end.
Which is pathetic because Nolan and I have been sleeping together after basically playing house for weeks now, and yet, he’s never asked me on a single date. I guess, if I had a mother, I’d be chastised over giving my goods away for free. For being too easy.
But lucky for me, there’s only a tiny devil on my shoulder.
And that devil is telling me to have fun before I have to grow up and rejoin the real world.
Cutting my engine in my ‘designated parking spot’, I turn around and help Stella get unbuckled. She takes off toward the front door, ringing the doorbell and ready to tell her dad all about our evening at Karli’s house.
My phone dings right then and I take one second to check my messages. It’s another talent agent. And this time, they want to get my thoughts about playing a part on a particular show.
“W-what…?”
But that’s not all. Attached to the email is a script and everything.
Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. I’m in shock. This cannot be real.
I gnaw on my lip, growing more and more excited the more details I read.
The script is for A Maiden Fond of Mischief. It’s a popular small town historical fiction television show that’s been going for a couple of seasons. The vibe is sort of like Pride and Prejudice, the way it’s filled with drama and satire and romance.
I have always love, love, loved this show and now I am holding the script—the real-life freaking script—in the palm of my hand. Okay, yes, it’s only a digital copy, but still, it’s the real script for an episode to be aired next season!
I’d be auditioning for the role of Charlotte Gates, a young early 20th-century widower who falls in love with the handsome, pigheaded aristocrat who owns the farm where she lives.
I’m shaking. My mind is spinning with excitement and possibilities.
I’m not an actress. I’ve never taken an acting class one day in my life. This agent actually thinks I’d be a good fit to be a part of this show? With the kind of talent they already have casted?
Holy crap.
I’m tempted to respond right away. When? Where? Tell me every-freaking-thing!
But as my finger hovers over the reply button, I glance up and see Nolan and Stella laughing together on the front porch.
I hesitate.
Sure, I’m excited about this potential opportunity. But I feel like I’m also so close to having Nolan the way I’ve always wanted him. He’s admitted to liking me. To wanting me. We just spent a few mind-blowing nights together, and I’m still buzzing with anticipation over where this could go. About what could be between us.I’m starting to get a taste of stability for the first time ever.
The idea of leaving this life behind makes me queasy.
I really, really don’t know what I should do.
Before I can finish my mini breakdown, Nolan saunters up to my open window, a giggling Stella hanging from his shoulders.
“We’re about to watch a movie,” he tells me. “I made popcorn. Wanna join us?”
I smile, putting away my phone. “Wait up. I’m coming.”
My stomach feels wobbly and unsure. But I ignore the sensation, hustling past them and leading the way to the house. Nolan discreetly slaps my butt as I go. I struggle to suppress a giggle.
Meanwhile, Stella—who never misses a thing—gasps. “Daddy, you just touched Inez’s butt!”
With an eyeroll, the man reaches up to tickle his daughter’s ribs. “You didn’t see anything.”
