Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
“Too what?” Jilly asked fearfully. Too crowded? Too annoyed? Too—
“Too happy.”
Oh.
“And that’s why I can’t seem to shake off this feeling that it won’t last.”
How could the world’s sexiest man alive be so...so...cute?
“Stop looking at me like that,” Guy growled.
“I don’t even know—”
Guy glared down at her. “Just promise me you won’t leave me.”
Oh, Guy.
She wound her arms around his neck. “You do remember I'm the one who said I love you—"
Her husband only grunted, and her heart raced.
Oh, you silly, crazy, hopeless girl!
Jilly knew she was being stupid, but...why did that grunt sound very much like 'I love you' to—
“Shit.”
The muttered expletive startled her out of her thoughts, and Jilly’s gaze flew back to her husband.
“Sorry,” Guy said with a wince. “I know I promised to spend the day with you, but I just got a text—”
“There’s been an emergency?” she asked.
Guy nodded, saying reluctantly, “They need me back on set—”
Jilly was already nodding before he even finished speaking.
“I understand.” A wry smile touched her lips. “How can I not? I mean, me, of all people...”
Ah.
He had forgotten about that.
Guy rubbed his jaw thoughtfully, his gaze drifting to where Middle the gecko had somehow escaped his terrarium again and was now sunning himself on the windowsill among Jilly’s collection of small succulents.
“About that..."
Jilly couldn't help feeling nervous every time her husband drawled like that.
"I was browsing your official website, and I came across this fan fic written by Anon143 about a pianist and his fangirl muse...”
“Oh, really?” Jilly struggled to keep her face blank even as her words came out a little shrill, and she noticed Apple ruffling his feathers in the sunroom, probably disturbed by her sudden change in tone. “There’s, like, tons of those, so you shouldn’t pay attention to them.”
“There was something about this particular piano encounter that seemed very...detailed,” Guy continued casually.
“You should get going!” Jilly jumped out of bed, nearly stepping on one of Mounty’s tennis balls. “And, um—”
Guy caught his wife just before she could make her escape. “Why the hurry?”
“Huh? Me? I’m not?”
But throughout this, his wife was unable to meet his eyes, and Guy had to call in his every year of acting experience just to keep himself from smirking.
A sudden screeching noise from the aviary cut her off, and Jilly could have expired in relief. “Oh, I should, um, check on that—”
His wife then raised herself on her toes, pressed a quick kiss on his cheek, and stammered out ‘take care’—and Guy was equally amused and impressed at how she was able to do this without meeting his gaze still.
In her haste to escape, Jilly promptly tripped over Mounty’s favorite rope toy, stumbling forward with a little yelp before Guy caught her around the waist.
“Careful, sweetheart,” he murmured against her ear, and she could hear the laughter in his voice.
He watched her dash out of their bedroom while Mounty and Mack continued to watch him with what could only be described as canine and feline amusement.
Guy was about to follow his wife out of the room when he heard something vibrate against their nightstand.
Ah.
He reached for her phone, intending to simply return it to her, but the message preview was already visible on the lock screen, and the words stopped him cold.
Jack: I’m sorry for being out of reach. I didn’t want to be disturbed while I figured things out. But you can stop worrying about me. I just needed to figure things out. Love you.
Chapter Fourteen
Jilly: I raised you better than this, Jack!
Jack: I'm older than you.
Jilly: You're my son, and I'll die on that hill.
THE SOFT HUM OF THE limo’s engine was almost hypnotic as Jilly sank deeper into the buttery leather seats, her fingers tracing the edge of the built-in tablet that Guy had custom-installed so he could review scripts during long drives to various film locations.
I can't believe he wants me on set.
I just can't.
Jilly might have been the one to ask that their marriage remain a secret for as long as possible, but...
Jilly also couldn't deny that a part of her had been secretly excited, the moment she received Guy's text, inviting her out of the blue to visit him on set.
The moment she showed up, and he treated her like his wife, well...
The cat would be out of the bag, and the world would know Jillian Kitt was no more...because she was now Mrs. Guy de la Rocq, and oh my gosh, was this really happening?
Jilly pressed her hand to her stomach and tried her best to calm the butterflies doing zoomies inside her stomach.
Please, God.
Please help me not to embarrass him?
Please?
God answered her prayer right away, with Jilly suddenly recalling the horrible article she had come across yesterday morning. It was about successful men leaving their wives for younger women, and when Guy had caught her biting her nails while reading it, her husband had pinched her cheeks so hard in punishment while saying the most wonderfully ridiculous thing...