“I’d love that. Then you can take me back to my place, and we can have dinner?” she says more like a question.
“Yeah, I’d love to see your place.”
“Great, it’s a date. My flight lands at ten past five. Don’t be late.”
Chuckling, I nod. “I won’t. I’ll be there three hours early, just waiting to see your beautiful face.”
A noise like a gasp echoes down the cell, and I smile.
“Smooth talker.”
“Only for you.”
“Are you really okay? Did you go to the hospital to get checked out?”
“I didn’t go to the hospital, but I don’t need to. I’m fine, I promise.” I smile at her concern.
She exhales. “Okay, I’ll see you a bit after five.”
“See you then, beautiful.”
“No more fights, okay?”
I nod. “Promise. Now go snag us an Oscar winner.”
“It’s practically a done deal. Just have to see when she can fit us into her schedule.”
“Shit, really?”
She giggles. “Yep, I’m that good. Don’t tell the others, though. I want to tell them when I get back. Well, tomorrow anyway.”
“Okay, done. Can’t wait to see you.”
“You too, but really, I have to go this time. I’m glad you’re okay.”
“See you in a few hours.”
“Bye, Ryan.”
“Bye, beautiful girl.”
She ends the call, and I sit in my bed, feeling so much happier than I was last night. My face still hurts, but at least I know Tillie’s tension with me has eased.
At least something good came from the disaster that was last night.
Chapter Twelve
TILLIE
On my way to the baggage claim, I spot Ryan waiting for me with an abundance of bodyguards, security, and fans everywhere. I walk faster, and when he spots me, he rushes forward, picks me up, and spins me around in a circle, surprising me.
What the hell?
What happened to keeping things private?
I freeze, and he pulls back before he rests his forehead on mine.
“What’s wrong,” Ryan asks as he slides me down his body, setting me back on my feet.
