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Beau must rise up to the best inside himself and Cindy has to redefine her vision of family or they’ll never find their ever after.
Enjoy this excerpt fromCinderella Proposal.
Cindy’s Accord slowed to a stop in front of Beau Mckay’s giant brick home. The long cobblestone driveway circled around a fountain rimmed with grass and BMWs, Mercedes, Buicks, Ferraris. Many more than Beau could possibly own.
Great, he’s got company.
The home looked like a smaller version of the White House, minus the dome. Two three-story white pillars framed the front porch. Between them, set back fifteen feet, was a beautifully carved wooden door banked by stained glass windows that perfectly framed the doorway. Two brick staircases cascaded down from the entrance, their edges trimmed with stunning flower beds displaying a myriad of blooms.
She craned her neck to see the front porch. Every window glowed, allowing glimpses of a party happening inside. Music spilled out of the house and over the fences. Laughter echoed through the night. No wonder she’d gotten past the community security guard so easily.
She watched as a giggling couple ran out the front door, down the curving stairs, and jumped into the fountain fully clothed. They came up laughing their heads off and flopping-drunk.
“Nice place. Nice party. Stupid people.”
What had she expected, really, from Atlanta’s well-known playboy? Beau Mckay had married and divorced two Hollywood starlets before declaring himself Atlanta’s most eligible bachelor. She couldn’t buy a loaf of gluten-free bread at the grocery store without seeing his latest escapade laid out in the gossip rags.
Not that she was interest in his escapades …
There were those times when the photographer caught a sense of regret in Beau’s eye; regret and loneness. Usually the look popped up in the pictures he didn’t know were being taken. She’d mentioned it once in front of Drusilla as they passed a newsstand and gotten the tongue-lashing of a lifetime.
“You don’t know him. He has everything a man could want in life.” Drusilla flipped her hair over her shoulder. “You’re so judgmental.”
Cindy had remained quiet for the rest of the errand. She hadn’t meant to sound as if she were judging Beau. On the contrary, she’d recognized the look because she understood it—had felt the emptiness reflected in his eyes. Dwelling on those emotions wouldn’t get her anywhere. Like Daddy said, any happiness she got out of life would be because she chose happiness even when life stunk.
Her posture wilted. Life stunk a lot lately.
However, life wasn’t going to hand her this movie deal—she had to get out there and make it. Just hop right out of the car and march up to that door. That’s all she had to do. And yet she sat there, her hands glued to the steering wheel.
He’s just another actor.
Before Daddy died, Cindy interacted with actors on a fairly regular basis. They were just people. Beau was like any other man. Any talented … handsome … wealthy man who held her future in his hands and didn’t know it.
“I must be crazy.” She shut off the engine, pocketed her keys, and made her way into the party.
The front door hung wide open, allowing any uninvited or unwanted guest to go right in. Not to mention a few bugs. They gathered around the light fixtures, buzzing, just happy to be there—the bugs, not the guests.
Shutting the door behind her, she loitered in the entryway, wondering where she should start. To her right, a man with no less than three gold rings on his right hand and a diamond in his nose leaned into a woman in a little black dress.
“Excuse me?” Cindy waited for them to acknowledge her presence. When they didn’t, she stepped closer. “Excuse me!”
“We’re good on drinks.”
“Wha …?” She looked down at her red silk shirt and black pants, then around the room, where men and women wearing red and black carried trays of drinks. “I don’tworkhere.”
Lover boy scowled. “What?”
“Can you tell me where I can find Beau Mckay?”
He looked her up and down. “Who wants to know?”
She smiled politely. “Knight Studios.” She lifted the envelope with the seal. “I have a delivery for Mr. Mckay.”
He jerked his chin. “He was by the pool.”
