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Chapters (50)
  1. Dedication
  2. About This Book
  3. CHAPTER ONE
  4. CHAPTER TWO
  5. CHAPTER THREE
  6. CHAPTER FOUR
  7. CHAPTER FIVE
  8. CHAPTER SIX
  9. CHAPTER SEVEN
  10. CHAPTER EIGHT
  11. CHAPTER NINE
  12. CHAPTER TEN
  13. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  14. CHAPTER TWELVE
  15. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  16. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  17. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  18. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  19. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  20. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  21. CHAPTER NINTEEN
  22. CHAPTER TWENTY
  23. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  32. CHAPTER THIRTY
  33. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  42. CHAPTER FORTY
  43. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  44. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

“I’m trying to reconfigure that too-tiny-to-be-useable powder room and the space under the stairs into something workable.”

“Your brain is a wonder,” Noah said, placing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

“I like your house, Noah. Your kid, too,” Cat admitted.

“I like having you in my house, around my kid.”

“I’m going to miss this,” she said, feeling a pang of sadness. “When we wrap filming next week, when I’m on the road. I’m going to miss nights like this.”

“You say that like you’re confessing some deep, dark secret,” Noah said, rubbing his thumb across her lips.

“I love my life,” Cat said. She was reminding herself as much as him. “I love the hustle and the travel and the cameras.”

“But you like this, too,” he pointed out.

She nodded. “I like you a lot, Noah. More than I’ve ever liked anyone else.” She needed him to know that.

“What’s not to like about a stick-in-the-mud city manager who tried to throw you out of town?”

“You’re a good, kind, smart, sexy, attentive, interesting man, Noah Yates. Don’t sell yourself short.”

“You’re kind of okay yourself,” Noah teased.

The doorbell rang, cutting her off before she could make him understand just how serious she was.

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

“If you keep frowning like that, you’re going to need to buy stock in BOTOX,” Henry said, handing her a bottle of water with a straw so she could sip without ruining her makeup. Cat slapped a demonic fake smile on her face as she scrolled through her phone as Elton the hairstylist fortified her high ponytail with enough hairspray to freeze a woolly mammoth in place.

“I’m not frowning, I’m concentrating,” she told Henry with a haughty look.

“Wrinkles,” he said, tapping her forehead between her eyebrows.

“Don’t you have some lunch to order and fetch for your evil boss or something?” Cat asked pointedly.

“Grilled chicken salad heavy on the veg and unsweetened green tea are already on order. And if you’re a good girl, there’s a tiny bowl of squash soup in it for you.”

Cat was a sucker for squash soup. “Consider my frowning finished. What else is happening?”

Henry pulled out his phone and scrolled through notes. “I took a run at your email backlog and flagged everything that needs a personal response. I proofed your next two blogs for this week and got in touch with the jeweler for those earrings everyone was asking about. She gave us a coupon code to use on the blog.”

“Nice,” Cat said, only half listening.

It was strange, this feeling of disconnect she had staring at those little red icons declaring she had four hundred new followers, thousands of new likes. They had entertained and sustained her before when shoots went long or she got a little lonely so far away from her family.