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“But it’s your decision. You have to live here,” Delta pointed out.

“So will you, and if you’re like me, you weren’t very impressed with the other options.”

“True.” She would love living here and hate to leave after the pretense was over, but until then, there was nothing wrong with enjoying herself. “I like it. You like it, and there’s plenty of space so we won’t be in each other’s way.”

He stiffened, an odd expression crossing his face. “Wouldn’t want that,” he muttered, hooking his thumbs in his belt loops. “Let’s let Mandy know.”

Without waiting for a reply, he yanked open the door.

If Delta didn’t know better, she’d think she had pissed him off.

Chapter Ten

Ignacio Santana and Delta J Were Spotted House Hunting in Atlanta

Wedding Bells Soon?

Holding his phone, Ignacio stared at the headline and accompanying photos from several days ago. Living with Delta was either the smartest or dumbest move he had ever made in his life. He hadn’t decided yet.

He went over to the window and peered down at the front of the house. He had moved in several days ago and watched a small army of men unload Delta’s clothes and furniture and carry them into the house. How much stuff did she have?

He left the room and walked down the hall. The men called out to each other, and he also heard Delta’s voice, softer and more measured as she directed them on where to take the boxes they brought in from the truck.

Passing by the open door of the primary suite, he spotted containers and luggage on the floor near the bed. They’d be sleeping in that room together every night.

For six months.

Ignacio rubbed tension from the back of his neck. He needed a cigarette but fought valiantly against the urge. At least the publicity was already paying off, and he’d find out how much during the scheduled meeting with his manager and assistant in a few minutes.

He entered the office he had set up in the bonus room. Crystal, his assistant, glanced over her shoulder at him when he came in. In her late twenties, she had worked with him for several years now. Her glasses, casual clothes, and perpetual bun fooled people into thinking she was a pushover, but she was far from it. More like a pit bull.

She was an integral part of his team, not only because she ran his errands and made “anonymous” phone calls to alert the media to his whereabouts from time to time. She was also his first line of defense with fans. She went through his mail, checking for outrageous requests and declarations of love. Anything deemed out of the ordinary or hinting at danger was turned over to the authorities—a thankfully rare occurrence.

Every few months she threatened to leave him based on some request she deemed extreme, but she hadn’t yet, and he knew why. She loved a challenge.

“What do you have for me?” Ignacio asked, taking a seat behind his glass-topped desk.

Other than the chairs, it was the only furniture in the room. The walls were bare, but Crystal would make the place look livable soon enough. Or would Delta? He’d only expected her to bring clothes, but the movers had already unloaded a few pieces of furniture.

Crystal lowered her gaze to the tablet in her hand, using the electronic pen to scroll through her list. “I have mostly good news. Here are some of the headlines:Are Ignacio Santana and Delta J the Country’s Hottest Romance?”

“The hottest in the country?” Ignacio repeated with a laugh. Despite being in the entertainment industry for years, he had never gotten accustomed to the hyperbole used to sell magazine copies and prompt clicks.

Crystal shrugged and continued.

From Teenage Sweethearts to Hollywood’s Hottest Reunion—Ignacio & Delta Are Back, Baby!

Sorry Ladies, Ignacio Santana is Off the Market, Thanks to Delta J

Caught on Camera! Hollywood Heartthrob Ignacio Santana and R&B Songstress Delta J Are Giving Love Another Try

Inside Ignacio Santana and Delta J’s Sudden Reconnection

“That one lists insider sources as having the scoop,” Crystal explained.

“Of course,” Ignacio said dryly.

“Nothing too scandalous though. Basically, that the two of you have moved into a home in a gated community in Atlanta, blah, blah, blah. A couple of photographs of you going into one of the houses and pulling up to the front gate here.”

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