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 smiled. “You said I can stay with you for as long as I want, right?”
Nick laughed. “Yes. Forever, if that works for you.”
She laughed and he realized she probably thought he was kidding. But he’d be happy if she stayed indefinitely. He knew that wasn’t likely, though. He’d settle for a week or two but hoped for longer.
They walked over to where the luggage racks were being wheeled over from the plane. Bella looked for hers and he was a little surprised to see she had two giant suitcases, more than what she’d had when she stayed at The Whitley for several months. She laughed when she saw his expression.
“I warned you I might stay a while. Let’s go home and I’ll fill you in.”
They chatted about inconsequential things on the ride to Nick’s house. He told her about the latest goings on at The Whitley and she updated him on the gossip around her film and also the buzz was really good.
“I think it’s the best thing I’ve ever done, and everyone felt it was their best work, too. We’re all so excited to see how the movie does. It feels like it might be big.”
“I’m really happy for you. I read the book, by the way. Just finished it yesterday and you’re right. It’s something special.”
When they got to the house, he carried in her bags and she followed with her carry-on. Once they were inside, she pulled a bottle of champagne out of her bag and went into the kitchen and opened it over the sink, so it wouldn’t spill.
He got two glasses out of a cupboard for her and she filled them both. She carried them into the living room and they settled on the sofa in their usual spots. She handed him one of the glasses, and then took off her sunglasses and, as always, he was mesmerized by those gorgeous eyes of hers.
“So, what are we celebrating?”
She took a sip and smiled. “I have some really big news, huge, life-changing. For both of us.” She paused dramatically.
“What is it?” He couldn’t take the suspense.
“It just closed. I got the final call when I landed. So now it’s official. I started a production company—Nantucket Rose Films.”
“Congratulations. Love the name. So, what does that actually mean?”
“Not a whole lot, until I have something in production, and now I do. That was the phone call I was waiting on. So, first I optioned a book series and put a team together—a director, screenwriter and actress, which is me, and pitched the project to Netflix as a limited TV series. And they just said yes.”