Page 21 of You Can't Ruin Christmas

“I will—but I’m flying home to Minnesota for the holidays,” I explain to him. “I will be gone for a few weeks.”

“Whenever you get back then,” he says, with a wave of his hand. “This project isn’t shooting for months, I just like to get a head start on the important casting decisions. Sven, thank you again. She is a doll.”

With that, he flounces off.

I turn to Sven in amazement, still holding the card between my fingers. “You did this for me?”

“Surprise!” he says, with a smile. “That’s why I’ve been trying to get you to the gym all day. I put in a good word for you with everyone I know in Hollywood, and I’m starting to get some bites. I’ve been trying to schmooze them a little and use the gym like a golf course for making connections.”

I can feel myself getting emotional. The tears are coming, and I don’t know how to stop them. “Sven,” I whisper. “No one has ever supported my career like this before. Sebastian made fun of me and wanted me to quit. He thought being his little housewife was the most important thing I could ever do with my life.”

“Sebastian can go eat a bag of dicks,” Sven says.

I take off my gloves and look around the sophisticated gym.

“Is there somewhere I can change?” I ask him, despite the fact that I did not bring a change of clothing.

“Yeah,” he says, taking my gloves and putting them into his gym bag. He guides me over to a set of doors leading to posh individual changing rooms. “You can use these. But what are you changing into—”

I grab his shirt and pull him into the changing room with me, and close the door behind us. Then I throw my arms around his neck, and smash my lips and body against his.

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