Page 156 of He's The Reason Why

She turned her head to give him a kiss. It was sweet and soft, a promise of more to come later when they had time.

Blake deepened the kiss, exploring more thoroughly with his tongue as one hand drifted down to her breast.

She moaned and pulled away. “Not now. We have to leave in ten minutes.”

“You still haven’t answered.”

She tapped the keys, then read it out loud for him. “‘No, it was love at first knowing. I was way too nervous when I met him to fall in love. But once I got to know Blake, he took my breath away.’”

Blake squeezed her shoulders. “I love you too.”

She smiled up at him.

These last few weeks had been like another world. They’d barely slept, they spent all their time on set in one location or another. The questions, the decisions, and the wrangling of people and script were nonstop, and when she wasn’t helping Blake and Marshall get through the movie shoot, she was on the phone with her sisters, plotting out The Bellamy Sisters’ future tour.

It was hectic, exhausting, and overwhelming, and she wouldn’t trade it for anything because at the end of every day, she was in bed with Blake, and the rest was just icing on a very large cake.

“We should go,” Blake said.

She patted his hand. “Just a couple more. This one’s fun. If you could have any superpower in the world what would it be?”

“I’d want to be able to fly,” Blake said. “Then I wouldn’t have to sit in traffic.”

“I’d be invisible so I could mess with people,” Marshall said as he walked into the kitchen. “Oh, or read minds.”

“I couldn’t handle mind reading,” Piper said. “I don’t want to know what people like Rachel really think. What she says out loud is bad enough.”

She thought about it, then tapped out her reply. “I’d want the ability to heal people. That would be so cool, to be able to fix something like cancer just by using my superpower.”

Blake’s hand drifted off her shoulders and down. She wasn’t wearing a bra, just one of her light sweaters that she wore for these chats, so she could feel the heat of his hand through the thin fabric.

“You’re trying to distract me.” She put her hands over his before they went any further.

“Hey, get a room,” Marshall said with exasperation.

She pointed at another question. “Now that you’re with Blake Ryan, are you going to settle down, get married, and have kids? Sheila. I’m disappointed in you.”

Piper tsked and scrolled past the question.

“You’re not going to answer that?” Blake sat on the arm of the chair.

“No. Nobody ever asks men that question when they hook up with someone, so I’m not answering either.”

“Here’s a good one.” Blake pointed. “‘Now that you’ve been in Hollywood, who do you think is the best-dressed man?’”

“Obviously it’s me,” Marshall said. He puffed out his chest and showed off the dark green linen shirt and khaki pants he wore.

Piper pretended to consider him. “You do look pretty fine today.”

“Just today? I’m hurt.” Marshall’s feigned offense made her giggle.

“Hey, it’s definitely me.” Blake stood up and gestured to his outfit.

He was already in character mode, wearing a charcoal suit with the steel-gray shirt unbuttoned just enough to look sexy casino con instead of Wall Street banker.

She thought about what he usually wore after they finished for the day, and shook her head. “You look hot today, but I’ve seen you in jerseys and basketball shorts way too often to say you’re the best dressed.”

“There’s nothing wrong with Lakers gear,” Blake protested.

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