Page 43 of The Marine

“Really?” I ask, surprised. Trina and Alice are huge fans. I rarely have the opportunity to include them in things.

Clearly, I can’t invite them to the Golden Globes or Oscars. But a private dinner at Savannah Sinclair’s house—oh my god—they will die.

But I check in with her. I don’t want her to think I would only attend if the girls were there. It’s not true and I hate that she might think that.

“They’d love it, but you don’t have to do that. Of course, I’d love to be here.”

Savannah waves her hand out like it’s no big deal. “No. Invite them. I want to meet them. It’s less formal than it sounds.”

I grin widely.

Trina is going to lose her mind.

“That would be amazing. I’ve wanted them to meet you for ages. I just didn’t want to push, you know.”

We’re both straddling this employee/friend space and working it out.

“Totally get it. Just make sure they sign the NDA contract and give them instructions on security, etc.”

Aside from the day-to-day stuff, the non-disclosure agreement (NDA) she’s referring to is the confidentiality around her wedding.

No one—as in the public or media—knows she and Ryder are getting married next Friday. It’s possible it will leak early, but so far we’ve had a huge amount of luck keeping it under wraps..

Like a field of five leaf clovers' worth.

Nothing stays secret in Hollywood, but we seem to have done it.

So far.

With less than fifty guests, it’s a small Hollywood wedding and just what the two of them wanted.

I even got Kael to sign the NDA. He’s more interested in controlling me and making sure he attends as my date.

So I’m not worried about him. He’s never been star struck despite meeting Savannah once in person.

“I will.” I smile, excited to ring the girls and tell them the news.

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