Page 211 of Torrid Passion
She clears her throat. “Isobel, Rory, Roark and the execs I met with were impressed. They actuallygotthe story.”
“Wait. What?”
“They loved‘Love in the City of Angels’!”
“They did?”
“Yes,” she nods animatedly, a huge smile stretching her lips. “They’re going to start their internal process and they’ll get back to me. I guess I should say they’ll get back to the agent Dad hired for me. I’m unlikely to hear from them for a while, but it looks promising. They think it would be a great addition to their line-up of shows.”
“That’s fucking amazing, baby!” I say lifting her up in my arms.
I turn us around in a circle, peppering her face with kisses. Then realization sets in. I drop her to her feet.
“I’m confused. I might be wrong, but those didn’t look like happy tears.”
She averts her gaze.
I place two fingers underneath her chin, forcing her eyes back to mine.
“Kyla,” I press.
“It’s nothing,” she brushes off.
“I lived with you for six weeks. I know you by now. You’re bullshitting me.”
She’s as silent as a monk.
“That’s exactly it,” she finally says.
“You lost me.”
“I got used to being with you all the time.” She folds her lower lip between her teeth.
“I’m listening,” I coax.
“You’re going to think it’s silly.”
Why does she look so nervous?
“Try me.”
“I didn’t expect to miss you that much. It was such a drastic transition. For six weeks, I woke up by your side and then suddenly we weren’t even in the same state,” she admits. “My body and my head couldn’t quite accept my new reality.”
“I see,” I nod slowly.
“I told you I was being silly.”
I ignore her putdown. For now.
“Come inside. I have dinner ready and an incredible evening in store for us. We can talk more.”
Worry strains at her features. “Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.”
I place my hands on her shoulders. “Let’s get one thing straight, dumpling,” she laughs, “I missed you so fucking much, it hurts.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, I hated not being able to wake up with you by my side. I missed seeing those pens stuck in your hair while you were in a creative frenzy. Lunch without you wasn’t enjoyable. And not being able to end my days listening to you tell me all about your script was weird. Those were the longest ten days of my life.”
