Chapters (44)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Epilogue
- About the Author
She was right about that. They were on opposite sides of the country—about as far apart as possible—and unless he were to move to LA, that wasn’t likely to change anytime soon.
“The distance is hard,” he agreed.
“I’m just thinking it might be a good idea for you to move on, too. Get out there and meet some new people, that actually live on Nantucket. There are plenty of eligible women,” his mother said.
“She’s right,” Paula agreed. “Don’t get me wrong, I love Bella, too. I just hate seeing you so sad.”
Lucy nodded. “I just wouldn’t put all your eggs in the Bella basket. Even if you don’t date anyone else right away, you need to stop putting your life on hold, and start living again—go out and have fun with your friends, come out with us.”
He had been hibernating too much. Rushing home to make sure he was there to chat with Bella when she called. He hadn’t gone out with his friends or even his family in a few weeks and that wasn’t like him.
He nodded. “You’re all right. Not that things need to end with Bella, I don’t know how that is going to go, but I agree that I need to start having fun again. So, where are we going after dinner?”
Bella worried that Nick might be slowly slipping away from her. And she didn’t blame him one bit. She’d been furious when the pics of her and Cam hit the internet and at the predictions about an engagement. It was so untrue—they were simply sharing burgers together, getting off-set for lunch and talking about how they were going to approach their scenes later that afternoon. Cam had never even looked twice at her. Not romantically. She wasn’t his type—no woman was.
And it was frustrating because she knew his publicist had sent the tip to the media. Cam was at the beginning of a booming career as a romantic comedy star and was deeply locked in the closet. He hated it and wanted to be truthful, but all of his advisors told him it would be career suicide and a huge financial loss if he came clean too soon in his career. She understood that, but she didn’t like being used as part of his chess game.