Her eyes are full of empathy. “I’m so sorry to hear that. I know he’s been so anxious to see you. But I’m sure the separation has been hard.”

I nod. “It certainly hasn’t helped.”

“And I’m also sure those ridiculous articles saying we were fooling around didn’t help either. The media can be arseholes.”

Despite my hurt, I smile. She’s clearly not backward in coming forward.

“What’s really stupid was that Antonio was with me the whole time. We’d never been to the Philippines before, and we wanted to share the experience. When the air-conditioning broke in my trailer, Josh gave up his for the two of us. There’s never been anything between Josh and me except on-screen.”

I blow out a breath. “Despite what it sounds like, I do trust him. But it’s hard.”

She nods, reaching across the table and placing her hand on mine. “I know. Antonio was separated when we met, and the media ate it up, making out I was sleeping with a married man. But him and his wife were well and truly over before I came on the scene. Try not to let it get to you.”

“I will.”

Gabby’s face lights up. “Do you want to meet Antonio? He’s walking this way.”

I turn my head to see a ridiculously hot man walking toward us. He’s dressed in white shorts with a white shirt that only highlights his deeply tanned skin and dark hair. And his eyes are trained on Gabby.

Turning back, I can’t help the little smile that crosses my lips at the dazzled way she’s looking at him. That’s love.

“Every time,” she mutters. “He just looks so good.”

“I’m glad you found someone to talk to,” he says in a thick Spanish accent. “Sorry I took so long.”

She beams. “It’s fine. Delaney, this is my Antonio.”

He extends his hand, and I reach out thinking he’ll shake mine, but he raises it to his lips. “I would have recognised you anywhere. Josh has a million photos of you.”

“So I hear.” I grin.

“We’re going to get some lunch and then go to our rental. Want to join us?” she asks.

I pause before shaking my head. “Thank you, but no. I think I’ll just have a bit more of a wander and then head back to see Josh.”

We stand, and she rounds the table to hug me. It’s familiar, but she clearly feels like she knows me, and I have a whole new appreciation for her. She’s not just some random woman I’ve seen snuggling up with my boyfriend in a magazine, and she very obviously adores her man.

“I hope we see each other again, Delaney. I’d love to meet your little girl sometime.” She smiles.

“I’d like that.”