Page 90 of Unscripted with Mila

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It was the longest flight of my life. I knew there would be a driver waiting for me when I arrived, and he would take me to the hotel in Port Albany. Amber had been in heaven when she’d told me the town was a gold mine for the film shoot. There was a building they could use for corporate interiors, a house for Roxie, one for Duncan.

“So much scope, Nicholas,” she enthused. “Never mind the place they all live. It’s incredible.” She had laughed. “Mila’s family is so big, we can use a bunch of them for extras. It’s cutting costs. We’ll only have to do a short time in Toronto for some exteriors and a couple street scenes. I might come in under budget.” She winked. “Then I get a bonus.”

I had laughed with her. I was looking forward to seeing where Mila spent her time. I was also incredibly nervous about meeting her family but, at the same time, looking forward to it as well.

I had gotten through LAX without an issue, keeping my head down and my glasses firmly on my face. I barely slept on the flight, wishing I had told Mila I was coming early so she would be there. I would call her from the hotel and arrange to see her as soon as possible.

The terminal was busy, and I was pleased to see the driver’s sign with the code I’d been given. In the back seat of the car, I sat back, watching the scenery. It was a busy road, reminding me of LA, but the vista was different. Slightly overcast today, Toronto was definitely cooler than California. To my surprise, I fell asleep, waking when the car stopped. I blinked in confusion at the sight of the pretty two-story house in front of me. The driver turned and handed me an envelope, and I opened it as he slid from the car, getting my suitcase out.

You have two days—it’s all I could arrange.

Enjoy,

Andi

Bewildered, I stepped from the car. “Are you sure this is right?” I asked.

He nodded. “Those were my instructions. Have a good day.”

He reversed and I stood, gazing around. It was a nice subdivision. Well-placed houses, wide streets, and I swore I could hear water somewhere close.

Had Andi arranged a house for me and Mila? Was that why I was here?

A voice calling out startled me, and I stepped back as a huge-looking man came closer. Beside him was a small woman, and their hands were clasped. He stopped in front of me, eyeing me up and down. I had a feeling he found me lacking.

“Can I help you, son? You lost?” He frowned, his voice deep and not happy. “How did you get in here?”

Another man appeared, equally as large, waving at him. “It’s all good,” he called. “I got this.”

A noise behind the first giant drew my attention, and my heart stuttered at the sight of the person standing on the steps of the house.

Dressed in sweats and a loose shirt, her hair pulled up on her head in a messy ponytail, glasses perched on the end of her nose, and looking as confused as me, was Mila.

She was breathtaking.

“Nick?” she asked, her hands covering her mouth.

“Shortcake,” I breathed.

Then I was moving. Darting around the huge man and rushing toward her. I caught her as she launched herself off the bottom step, dragging her into my arms and kissing her with utter abandon.

I didn’t care who was watching. Who the man cursing behind me was. All that mattered was Mila was back where she belonged. In my arms.

She tasted of coffee and Mila. Felt perfect against my body. All the anxiety I had been feeling, all the worry that with time and space between us she would reconsider us, fell away. She was here. I had her. That was all I cared about.

Except I heard a throat clearing to my left.

“You know,” a deep voice mused. “I’m getting pretty tired of seeing strange men playing tonsil tag with my daughters before we’re even properly introduced.”

I opened my eyes, meeting Mila’s golden irises. I pulled back a little. “Your dad?” I murmured against her mouth.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Shit. I’m a dead man.”

Since I was about to expire, I had to kiss her again. Mila had no objections, flinging her arms around my neck and returning my affections wholeheartedly.