His gaze held a seriousness that made my heart dip. He didn’t say anything else, instead he reached for my hand and brought it to his lips. I leaned the side of my head on his shoulder, and we sat in silence for a little while, just silence. A comfortable, beautiful silence.
“I have something for you,” he said, arching off the couch to pull something out of his back pocket. He handed over a folded packet, which I took as I sat up. I opened the papers and read through it, gasping, my heart beating uncontrollably. Tears started to form in my eyes before I even finished reading the entire thing.
“We’re going to Iceland?” I asked in a hoarse whisper.
Victor smiled softly. “We’re going to Iceland.”
“You know that’s where they film—” I started, but he snatched the papers from my hand and turned the page before I could finish. I screamed. Loud. And bolted out of the couch. “Oh my God! Oh my God! We’re going? We’re really going? But how?”
Victor laughed and pulled me onto his lap. “I know people.”
“Did you tell your sister about this?” I asked after long quiet minutes, in which I read everything on the pages he’d given me.
“Hell, no. She’d kill me. We can send her a picture when we get over there. We leave in a week by the way,” he said, kissing my forehead.
“A week.” I paused, eyes wide. “I have to find out if we’re still on shooting break.”
“You are.”
“How do you know?” I asked, my veins still drenched in adrenaline.
“Your friend Talon told me.”
“What?” My mouth dropped. “How did you get in touch with her?”
He chuckled, pulling me so I could straddle his lap. “I already told you, I know people.”
I wrapped my hands around his neck and smiled. “I really do love you.”
“You better,” he said. “I don’t even watch that fucking show.”
ICELAND WAS FUCKING freezing, but the permanent smile on Nicole’s face made the trip worth it. We were on set, and even though she said she was a huge fan of the costume designer, all she did was check out the guys.
“You’re drooling again,” I whispered in her ear. She shivered, wrapping her arms around herself.
“I’m sorry. I know it’s in bad form to check out another man in front of your boyfriend, but oh my God,” she said, her teeth rattling. I laughed, wrapping my arms around her.
“I’m not worried.”
She smiled, tilting her head to look up at me. “You’re so sure of yourself.”
I shrugged. No point in denying it. She wasn’t going anywhere, and neither was I. Even if I wanted to leave her, my family would probably disown me at this point. In the week we had between our reconciliation and the trip, we’d been inseparable, which meant everywhere I went, Nicole was there and vice versa. One of those days, we’d gone over to my parents’ house for dinner, where Mia, Jensen, Oliver, and Estelle joined us. Whenever Nicole wasn’t in the room all I heard was, “put a ring on it” and “you better marry that girl.” Every time I reminded them her divorce wasn’t even officially final, they shook their heads as if it was somehow my fault. But when I admitted I would marry her someday, Jensen and Oliver didn’t shut the fuck up about me being in love.
I let them have their fun because every time the subject was brought up they ended up arguing about who won whatever bet they had going. It was amusing to watch.
“I’m glad you’ve taken such an interest in my personal life,” I said when we were sitting outside having a drink.
“We bet five hundred dollars and this asshole won’t admit he was wrong,” Jensen said, nodding at Oliver. I gaped at them. Five hundred dollars?
“What the fuck was the bet?”
“That you were involved with a client,” Oliver said.
“No. That you would become involved with a client and actually fall for her,” Jensen corrected.
“No. He only had to fuck one of his clients, and he told you he was representing Nicole before we made the bet, so it should be thrown out the window,” Oliver said, raising an eyebrow.
“You should have bet for Jensen to get a tattoo on his ass and for you to cut your fucking hair,” I said.
They scoffed.
“All I’m saying is I won,” Oliver said. “Did you or did you not fuck her before you became her attorney?”
My jaw twitched. I didn’t want to talk about my sex life with Nicole, and I couldn’t even throw anything back at him about his because I really didn’t want to talk about his sex life with my sister. I took a gulp of Jameson and looked at him over my glass. “Fuck you, Rapunzel.”
Jensen laughed loudly. “You do need a haircut.”
“Fuck you both,” Oliver said, running a hand through his hair. “The kids like it.”
They probably did. I’d heard from a friend of a friend that the pediatrics office where he worked boomed after he’d gotten a job there. My sister seemed to be amused by the whole hot doctor thing he had going on at work. I shook my head.
“Both of you are assholes,” I said, standing and stretching. “Now let me go get ready. I have a long flight and I hear Game of Thrones shoot is pretty epic, so I don’t want to be tired when I get there.”