Back The Hotel
Chapters (44)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter 1
  4. Chapter 2
  5. Chapter 3
  6. Chapter 4
  7. Chapter 5
  8. Chapter 6
  9. Chapter 7
  10. Chapter 8
  11. Chapter 9
  12. Chapter 10
  13. Chapter 11
  14. Chapter 12
  15. Chapter 13
  16. Chapter 14
  17. Chapter 15
  18. Chapter 16
  19. Chapter 17
  20. Chapter 18
  21. Chapter 19
  22. Chapter 20
  23. Chapter 21
  24. Chapter 22
  25. Chapter 23
  26. Chapter 24
  27. Chapter 25
  28. Chapter 26
  29. Chapter 27
  30. Chapter 28
  31. Chapter 29
  32. Chapter 30
  33. Chapter 31
  34. Chapter 32
  35. Chapter 33
  36. Chapter 34
  37. Chapter 35
  38. Chapter 36
  39. Chapter 37
  40. Chapter 38
  41. Chapter 39
  42. Chapter 40
  43. Epilogue
  44. 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.