“You do all the time.” I sigh. “We hit a bump in the road, but it doesn’t mean we’re going to fall apart. We’re too solid for that. And I think if you come and spend that time with us you told Melly about, it’ll help too.”

“I’ll be there. Wild horses wouldn’t keep me from the two of you.”

“Your menus.” A waiter hands them to us, and gives Josh the drinks menu.

“Delaney? What did you want to drink?” Josh asks.

“Something sweet and bubbly would be nice.”

He nods, making some selections from the wine list, and the waiter disappears while we look at the food menus. My eyes nearly pop out when I realise there are no prices. The thought of that makes me hyperventilate.

“Are you okay?” Josh asks. “Choose whatever you want.”

“There aren’t any prices.”

He smiles. “It doesn’t matter. We won’t be washing dishes.”

I laugh. “That’s not what I mean. It’s just … weird.”

“Next time, I’ll take you somewhere not so weird.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining.” I can’t help the grin on my face. This whole thing is crazy. We haven’t actually been on a date since we first went out years ago. But it’s nice, and it’s sweet, and this is Josh’s way of telling the world that I’m his girl.

Which just makes me want to jump across the table and straddle him.

But I don’t think this is the kind of place to do that.

Thirty-Nine

Josh

Despite being prepared, our restaurant visit manages to escape the press, and I’m glad for the reprieve because saying goodbye to Delaney at the end of the week was the hardest thing I’ve had to do in forever.

I hate being apart again. And I’m already counting the days until we’ll be together.

I’m back on set when my phone rings. At least we’re not in the middle of nowhere this time, and I can receive the call.

“Josh.” Tonya’s tone is clipped. “We’ve got a situation.”

At least I didn’t lose my publicist when I ditched Mac. She and Mac used to disagree about literally everything, but she’s never done me wrong. And she and Sara are tight which made the decision to switch to Reece’s manager really easy.

I wave to Aaron, the director, and step inside my trailer.

“What’s going on?”

“I’m trying to squash a story about your daughter.”

My heart pounds. It was only a matter of time, but I’d hoped that we’d be able to ease into it.

I grab a chair and sit down, wishing I could hold Delaney. It’s been three weeks, and I miss her like crazy.

“Is it about Delaney too?” Maybe someone from Glenderry said something. It was always possible.