Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“And I need to tell Ford and Liam.” I brush my lips against hers once more, as if we’re finalizing our plans. Sealing them with a kiss before the night ends, and the hard work begins tomorrow.
When she’s gone, I tell the driver to take me home.
The next day, I’m up bright and early, the morning fog snaking through the hills of San Francisco as I run. Along the way, I focus on the words I’ll say to my agent and to my new business partner.
When I’ve crested five miles, I head for the gym near my home to lift weights, and forty-five minutes later, I’m energized and ready to make the call.
But as I head for the exit, I bump into my old teammate, Garrett Snow.
31
JILLIAN
My stomach is a skydiver, executing loops and flips that I didn’t know it could do. I’m pretty sure that at some point it tries to crawl up my esophagus.
Nerves can suck it. I need to be made of steel.
I lift my chin and continue my march down the hall to my boss’s office. My high-heeled shoes click along the floor as I picture my patent leather pumps giving me power, giving me the strength to say what must be said.
Taking a deep breath, I smooth a hand over my red blouse, touching my earrings next.
My knuckles rap against the door once before Lily calls out, “Come in.”
I enter, shutting the door behind me.
She glances up from the pile of papers on her desk, her pen scribbling across them. “Fun wedding,” she remarks, still writing. “I saw some great pictures online today. Harlan and Jones looked so sharp, even in that photo with Kevin. And then you and Harlan on the dance floor, and you and Jones. You guys get along so well.”
I take the seat across from her, opting out of the small talk and diving straight into the rocky waters. “I need to talk to you about that.” My tone is serious, all business.
“Of course.” She sets down her pen.
I straighten my shoulders, willing myself to ignore the fresh wave of acrobatics in my belly. “There is no delicate way to say this, but I want you to know. I’m in love with Jones Beckett.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “So is half the female population of the city. More will be when they see the calendar.” She chuckles, pushing out another laugh.
But I don’t join in. “No, I am in love with him.” My expression is serious; my voice is clear. There is no laughter in my eyes because this is no laughing matter.
“Oh.” The note of surprise hangs in the air like thick perfume. Rising from behind her desk, she walks around it and takes the chair next to me. She reaches for my hand. “Oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry. That sucks. Unrequited love is the worst.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, shaking my head. I can’t believe I’m botching this. I open my eyes. “Lily, we’re in love with each other.”
She drops my hand, letting it fall onto the wooden armrest. Her expression meanders through a myriad of emotions, mostly along the surprise spectrum. “That’s a horse of a different color. Do you want to tell me more?”
I rip off the Band-Aid. “I’ve had a crush on him forever. But nothing happened, and I never did anything about it because I wanted to stay professional and true to my job. Then, we worked on the calendar, and I learned he really is the guy we have shown to our fans,” I say, and a smile dares to appear on my face as the memories snap into focus. “He’s the guy who cuddles with dogs. Who helped my dad build a desk. Who rented out an entire rec center on his day off and helped families who needed it.”
“Those are admirable traits,” Lily says, her tone even.
“They are, and as I spent time with him, I grew to like him more, and then, to fall in love with him. I know this probably sounds cheesy,” I say, and I wish I could read her eyes, but her face is thoroughly neutral, “but you’re not just my boss. You’re my mentor, and I feel terrible that I wasn’t honest with you when it first happened, so I need to be honest now. I understand that I might be risking everything. My job. Your respect.” I take a deep, fortifying breath, and speak aloud the toughest words of this confession. “Do you want me to tender my resignation?”
Saying it hurts, but it’s what I have to do. It’s the chance I have to take.
I wait for her answer.
32
JONES
As I say goodbye to the fan who works at the gym’s front desk, telling him that, yes, I will do my very best to kick ass this Sunday, I do a double take when I see a familiar face.