Page 85 of Not the Bodyguard's Princess
“And I got my homework done.” Jordan rolled her eyes.
“You could go into semiretirement for a while.”
“Coming back out is hard. I’ve watched others try. There are a couple projects that don’t start filming until spring. I’m looking at those.” She rubbed Princess’s belly.
“What will you do in the meantime?”
“September has invited me out to Chicago.”
Grandma dropped her fork. “Haven’t you been hurt enough?”
“I thought we might have had something real. I hoped to talk with Andrew before I left. I didn’t write a very clear note. I owe it to myself to make sure there is no misunderstanding. I hate the romance movies that make you want to yell at the couple to talk.”
“Especially the ones you’re in?”
“Or the one you filmed in Paris in ’62.”
They both laughed.
“When do you leave?”
“I have a ticket to O’Hare this afternoon. Blake is sending someone else with me. I figured Princess could stay with you.”
Grandma reached over and pulled Jordan into a half hug. “That’s my girl.”
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Andrew stared at Abbie’s camera. “I really have to do this?”
“Yes. I don’t want you to blame me later.”
“Fine. Hit record.” Andrew smiled into the camera phone. “I, Andrew Hastings—”
“Andrew David—” prompted Abbie.
“I, Andrew David Hastings, do solemnly swear on this partially sunny first Saturday of November, that I’m getting on this plane of my own free will, that Abbie didn’t bribe me beyond offering me the use of the most comfortable jet in the world and my favorite hamburger—”
“You aren’t supposed to include the hamburger.”
“That I’m going to LA to talk with Jordan Lee and tell her of my undying love for her not because any of my brothers threatened to beat me up but because it is my only wish.”
Abbie started laughing. “Cut the dramatics.”
“Fine. I’m going because Abbie is right. I can’t fix this with a phone call. Abbie is always right, and I’m lucky to have the best sister in the world.”
“At least you got that part right.” Abbie turned her phone to face her. “Let it be known beyond my generous gift of flight and the aforementioned hamburger that I’m not financing this trip in any other way. There are no strings attached, and Andrew will be welcome at my home whether or not his quest to find true love is fulfilled.”
“Oh, now who is being dramatic?”
Abbie turned the phone back to Andrew. “Wave to Mom and Dad and get on the plane. I’ll wait until you are gone to send the video to them.”
Andrew waved and boarded the plane. “Wish me luck!”
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September openedher front door and laughed. “Oh, Jordan, I’m sorry.”
Jordan’s bodyguard stayed outside as Jordan followed September into the living room. “What’s wrong?”
