“That’s way too complicated a question to be asking in the middle of the night. Come here and snuggle with me.”

It’s too tempting an offer to pass up.

* * *

Josh wakes before I do.

The smell of bacon from the room service breakfast really brings me to life. I stretch as I walk out of the bedroom, scratching my neck. “Morning.”

Josh is sitting at the dining table, food in front of him. I bend and kiss him before sitting.

“I have something to show you.” He grins.

“What?”

“The Delaney Carter Hawaiian fan club has arrived on the scene. I started going through deleting and banning some people, and I spotted this.”

He shows me the screen and points at one of the comments I saw last night.

Really? You could do so much better than her.

“What about it?”

“The replies, babe. Look at the replies.”

I slap my hand over my mouth.

Becky Foster: Oh, fuck off. I’ve met Delaney and she’s amazing. And the way they look at each other? That’s true love.

She’s posted about half a dozen heart-eye emojis.

“Becky?”

Josh chuckles. “The one and only. She and I think her friends have spammed the negative comments. When we met, she said she worked in social media. Maybe I should employ her to help admin the page.”

“You could do worse.”

I laugh when I spot the new comment right underneath from Reece.

Leave him and marry me, Delaney.

“He needs to find something to do with himself for the week.” Josh shakes his head.

“I don’t know. Maybe he could join us early.” I shoot him a sly smile.

He screws his face up. “I know you like his movies, but …”

“I’m kidding. Maybe we need to find him a woman of his own.”

Nodding, Josh puts down the phone. “I think you’re right. He’s really good at loving and leaving. He gets bored easily.”

I reach over and cup his cheek. “This is why I know I made the right choice. I know I have your attention.”

“You had it even when we weren’t together. I love you, Delaney.”

“I love you too.”

Epilogue

Delaney

Two years later

I knew my life would never be the same once I moved to Los Angeles to be with Josh.

That turned out to be an understatement.

Tonight, I’m attending my first Oscars ceremony, and the butterflies in my stomach aren’t anything to do with the baby I’m six months pregnant with. Josh did end up impregnating me with that big-headed Carter baby after all.

“Mummy, you look like a princess.” Amelia twirls in her own fancy dress. She’s having a little Oscars party at home with Josh’s parents.

“You look like a princess, too.” I bend as far as I can and kiss her forehead.

“You really do look lovely, Delaney.” Ros smiles.

“Thank you.”