Page 123 of Hollywood Comes Home

“No clue.” He shrugged. “He just said he was emotionally invested in this.”

Chance averted his gaze to the floor, gnawing the inside of his lip for a moment. “Oh, shit!” He barked.

“What?!” Ian matched his tone, glancing around frantically as if something had jumped in front of the car.

“Luca Aggio!”

“What the fuck does he have to do with anything?”

“Shit, Amber, did you pack the envelope?!” Chance panicked.

“What envelope?” Ian huffed.

“Okay, okay.” Chance pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment.

“Wait,” Ian lifted his hand. “Can this wait until we get to the house?”

“Sure.”

“I’ll call Luke and have him meet us there.” He peeked back over his shoulder. “Amber, you don’t mind coming to hang out for a bit, do you?”

“No, that’s fine.”

“Good. Jenna will be happy to see you.”

Roughly fifteen minutes later, we pulled up in front of Ian’s house. Luke was already waiting inside when we walked through the door. Jenna emerged from the hallway, smiling sleepily with Kira cradled in her arms.

Ian greeted them both with a kiss. “We’re going to be in the office.”

Jenna snickered. “I figured when I heard Luke breaking in.”

“I have a key and have the codes.” He rolled his eyes.

“I’m taking Amber to the nursery. I need to feed Kira.”

Ian nodded, clearly bothered. Jenna and I climbed the stairs. I trudged behind her into Kira’s room. While she sat in the glider, feeding her daughter, I settled on an elephant shaped ottoman. She held in her laughter while watching me try to get comfortable.

“I’d ask what the guys are talking about, but Ian filled me in a little.”

“I’m engaged!” I blurted.

“Um, what?!” She beamed. “Why are you telling me this when I have a baby latched onto my boob?”

I giggled. “Chance wanted us to tell everyone together, but I needed to talk about something good right now.”

“Oh my God!” she hissed, trying not to disturb the baby. “I’m so freaking excited for you guys.” Suddenly, she erupted into tears.

“Oh, gosh.” I jumped up, grabbing some tissues for her off a nearby bookcase.

She reached over, jerking one out of the box, dabbing the corners of her eye. “How did he do it? Do you have a ring? He better have done it right.”

She fired questions at me, one after another. “He did it while we were fighting, but he was shirtless, so it’s okay.”

She snorted. “That checks out.” She waved her hand. “Continue.”

“I do have a ring.” I reached into my pocket, slipping it out, placing it on my finger.

“It’s so perfect! I want to scream!” Her mouth fell open with a huge smile plastered on her face.

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