“We go way back. Remember that brand deal I was working on for my client when we separated?” He nods. “It was with his company. They were newer on the market, but already a massive success. We’ve had a working relationship ever since.”
“So what are you working on with him now?” He props himself against the vanity when I walk back into the bathroom, watching as I put on my makeup, fully invested in wanting to know.
“Remember the client meeting I asked to host in your box for a game?”
“I’m an ass. I never asked about it. I’m sorry. Tell me all about it.”
I’ve missed this. It hits me that it can always be like this now. That itwillalways be like this. Waking up together. Making love, and also having hot nasty sex. Cooking breakfast and dinners, showers together, talking about our days openly and supportively.
Sharing my life with a true partner.
“What?” Grant asks when I only stare at him.
“I love that you really want to know.”
“Of course I want to know.”
Smiling, I go back to what I was doing and fill him in on the broad strokes of my meeting with Landon. “The meeting was with a celebrity I’ve been wanting to work with for a while, but he was a client of my former firm. The guy that replaced me at the PR firm was his agent—lazy, entitled, one of those dick swingers.”
He chuckles. “And the actor?”
“Why do you assume it’s a man?” I pause with my mascara wand halfway to my eye.
“I didn’t. Actor—a person who acts. Gender neutral.”
“Very good,” I praise him.
“I’m all about equality, Tay baby. What can I say?”
“A man after my own heart.”
“You bet your hot little ass I am.” He smacks my ass with a goofy grin. “So the deal?”
“So the actor was ready to leave the agency, and I’d run into him recently—he’s one of the leads in Ivory’s newest production—so he called to set up a meeting. The movie comes out Christmas weekend, so we’re working on holiday partnerships.”
“Thus, a meeting with Redwood,” he surmises.
“Yep. It’s going to be great. Gabriel doesn’t work for Redwood anymore, but he consults sometimes on the higher profile deals and as I said, we go way back.”
I’m so excited to dive into managing Landon’s career as he embarks on the next chapter. This movie is going to catapult him to the next level, and my mind is spinning with all the great collaborations we can do to take him that much further.
“Wow, you’re, like, really cool.”
I brush off my shoulder playfully, then finish getting ready for the day. Grant leaves for the Troubadours office, and I set up in the office in the penthouse, checking in with Allie, sendingemails and touching base with my other clients before a very successful catch up and deal is made with Gabriel for Landon to be the new face of Redwood’s holiday campaign. These are the days I live for. It’s with that in mind that I consider all the changes I’ll need to make to make Nashville my permanent home instead of splitting time between New York and LA.
The penthouse is eerily quiet when I come home early to get ready for our date night. Taylor said she didn’t want anything fancy so I thought we’d go to the drive-in about an hour away and get dinner on the way. She’s been working in my home office instead of the Troubadours office this week since the engagement for Chase’s image rehab is officially over.
Checking the office, I find it empty and the lights off, so I continue down the hall to the bedroom. Since she came back from Gabby’s last week, she’s been in our bed every night and is slowly moving all her other belongings out of the guest room into our room. I peek inside and find Taylor curled up on her side with a heating pad resting against her abdomen. This morning, I noticed she was moving slower and trying to put on a brave face, but I anticipated with her period starting, the cramps and other symptoms were settling in.
I close the door quietly, letting her rest and go about changing our plans for tonight. A few hours later, the bedroom door opens down the hall when I’m arranging the various movie snacks and dessert options I had Will run out and pick up again for me.
“What’s all this?” Taylor asks, sleepily rubbing her eyes. Her hair is piled on top of her head in a messy bun, with loose strands framing her face that is indented from the pillow. She looks cute and cuddly and I can’t wait to do just that all evening.
“It’s date night.”
“Is that a popcorn machine?” She points to the popcorn cart I had the event staff bring up for me.
“It is. We’re having movie night on the terrace.”
