Page 117 of Breaking Hollywood

“Yeah. My boss has implemented this new form we have to get signed by each job that we do. It’s just to prove that we’ve been here and done the work.”

“Oh, right. Do you need me to get Gabe to sign it? ’Cause he’s in the shower at the minute.”

“No. It’ll be fine if you do it, as you live here.” She smiles and holds out a pen and a sheet of paper to me.

It’s the first time she’s ever smiled at me as well.

I take the pen and paper from her.

My eyes drift over it. The cleaning company logo is at the top.

“Just print and sign your name and date it at the bottom.” She points to the dotted line.

I scribble my name down. And then I sign and date it. I hand the pen and paper back to her.

She folds up the paper and puts it along with the pen in the pocket of her dustcoat.

“Thanks,” she says. Then, she turns and walks off.

I head into my bedroom to get showered and ready for my breakfast date with Gabe.

I’m ready for breakfast. My hair is down and straight. Makeup light. And I’m wearing my Zara paisley-print maxi dress and jeweled white flip-flops.

I look good for our first official date.

And he loves me.

I just need to keep reminding myself of that because it’s so amazing.

I grab my bag and head for my bedroom door.

“Come on, Gucci.”

She jumps down from her spot on the bed. She kept me company while I got ready. I hate to leave her behind, but I can’t take her to a restaurant with us. I’ll leave her in the kitchen with her favorite food—sliced apples and pears.

Gabe is sitting in the living room when I appear. He puts out the cigarette he was smoking and lets out a low whistle that makes me smile from ear to ear.

“You look gorgeous.”

“Right back at ya, handsome.”

He’s wearing a pair of navy-blue cargo shorts and a light-blue button-up shirt.

“You ready?”

“I just need to feed Gucci, and I’m good to go.”

“She’s coming with us,” he says.

“Oh. I didn’t think I’d be able to take her to a food place.”

“We can take her where we’re going.”

“Okay. I’ll just grab her harness and lead.”

I grab her stuff from the kitchen, go back to the living room, and put them on her.

“Ready?” he asks.