The Redhead Revealed (Redhead #2)(30)
Author: Alice Clayton

“Glad to be home?” he asked.

“You have no idea, George. When are you coming over?” I sank into one of my fluffy couches in the living room.

“As soon as I have an early dinner with my dad. I’m not planning on eating much, so I’ll have a late dinner with you, if you like,” he said.

“Mmm, that sounds good. I may just catch a quick nap while I wait for you,” I said, stretching my arms over my head and hugging my couch pillow. I felt a flash of nerves at the mention of his father, but I pushed it back down. I could deal with this. What was I so afraid of?

“Did you check out the fridge yet?” he asked.

“No, I just got here. Why? I didn’t leave anything in there.” Puzzled, I got up and headed into the kitchen.

On the fridge, right under the Post-it note I’d left myself, was a picture of me and Jack. It was from Santa Barbara, taken by the photographer who’d done the InStyle shoot. I sat on Jack’s lap, looking at him with an intensity I’d not seen on my face before. He smiled sheepishly at the camera.

We looked crazy in love. And since I was sitting on his lap, there was no need to worry about the way my ass looked…

“Oh,” I said, my hands coming to my face. It was the only picture I had of the two of us, as I’d refused to print any of the ones from TMZ.

“Like it?” he asked.

“I love it. Thank you.” I smiled from ear to ear.

“I thought you might.” He chuckled, and I could hear someone talking in the background.

“Hey, I need to get going, but I’ll come by later, yes?”

“Come by later. God, yes. And Jack?”

“Mmm-hmm?”

“Have I told you I loved you today?”

“Not yet you haven’t.” I could hear the grin on his face.

“I love you so much. Truly I do.” My fingers touched his face in the picture.

“I love you too, Grace. I’ll see you tonight. Bye!”

I clicked off my phone and walked back through my house. I unpacked quickly and hung my dress for tomorrow night in the guest room closet so Jack wouldn’t see it. Leslie and I had finally found the perfect dress, and I couldn’t wait to wear it for him.

I was hungry, as it was dinner time in New York. I looked out at the backyard and saw that my avocado trees were full of fruit. In pure Southern California fashion, that afternoon for a snack I had an avocado, dressed simply with salt, pepper, and fresh lemon juice from my own trees. It was accompanied by a dirty martini, which Jack had thoughtfully purchased the ingredients for. He’d even put the vodka in the freezer. I truly did not deserve this man.

After checking in with Holly and inviting her to breakfast the next morning, I made my way to my bedroom, thinking of the one and only night I’d slept here.

I lay down on my bed, crawled under the soft sheets, and let myself take a blessed nap. It was good to be home, even for only one weekend.

***

“Hey, sweet girl. Wake up.”

I sighed into my pillow, my dream of Jack spilling over as I swear I heard his voice right next to me. I waited for horns honking and the hustle and bustle of the city to remind me where I was.

Instead I heard birds and wind chimes. I smelled—wait, S’mores? I cautiously opened one eye, not able to believe I was really home. My one eye took in a beautiful sight: Jack perched next to me on the bed. White waffle-weave long-sleeve T-shirt, shredded black jeans. He looked exhausted but happy as he leaned down to kiss my forehead.

“Hey yourself,” I muttered, opening both eyes and stretching my arms over my head. I’d slept hard and fast, and I was sure there were pillow wrinkles on my face.

“You have pillow wrinkles on your face,” he said, his fingers tracing along my cheek.

“Can’t you let one slip by? We’re not all one of People’s Most Beautiful,” I teased, rolling over on my back and curling my legs beneath me.

“What are you prattling on about? I’m not on that list.” He frowned, swinging his own legs up onto the bed after kicking off his shoes. He laid down next to me, on top of the covers, leaning his head on his elbow.

“Not yet, maybe, but you will be. Mark my words, people will be lining up to market the pretty. Make sure no one steals my Hamilton Brand though. That’s mine alone.” I laughed, and he looked confused.

“What the hell is a Hamilton Brand? Holly was talking about branding the other day in a meeting with a PR rep. Why the hell do I need a brand?”

“Actually, I was thinking of a brand of a different kind, and I’ll tell you about it at just the right time.” I smirked, scooting closer to him and snuggling into his warm body. He was always tall and lean, but I could tell he’d not been eating well on the road. He’d been losing weight steadily since I left him in September. I’d have to start cooking for him again once my show and his film schedule settled down. I looked up at him, and he smiled at me.

“Lips, please,” he said.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Lips, please. You haven’t properly kissed your man yet,” he said, and I leaned in to comply. I kissed him softly and sighed as I felt his warm mouth. I kissed him again more firmly, and then snuggled into the Hamilton Nook.

We lay in silence for a few minutes, and he stroked my hair and shoulders. It was so comfortable and peaceful, I was reluctant to ever get up. But my tummy decided for us, and when it began to rumble so loud it was impossible to ignore, I giggled.

“Well, I guess we should decide what we’re doing for dinner. Did you eat?” I asked, sitting up and stretching.

“I was waiting for you, love. What are you hungry for?”

“It might sound stupid, but I’ve been craving Gladstone’s since I passed so close to it today on my way back from the airport. Too public?” I asked, wondering about the brilliance of us eating somewhere so touristy the night before his premiere.

“Oh, f**k it, Nuts Girl. Let’s just go. They have great fish and chips, and we can take a drive up the coast.” He rubbed my back as I peered back across my shoulder at him. He looked so tired, I thought he could fall asleep right there.

“Are you sure? We can stay in and order something. You look tired.”

“That’s a nice way of saying I look like shit, Grace,” he answered, smiling a rueful smile.

“Not possible. You’re too pretty.” I laughed, giving him a light slap on the cheek.

He mimed outrage and was about to pounce when his phone rang. “Sorry, love, it’s Holly. I need to take this.”