Happily Ever His: Movie Stars in Maryland, Book One

by Stewart, Delancey

  As I heard Ryan’s voice roll from inside the house, laughter at something my beautiful sister had said filtering through the afternoon air to where I sat, I realized that maybe I needed to give Tony a real chance. Tony was safe, he was reliable and certain. Tony was the man I was most likely destined to be with—the fact he was a constant in my life seemed like a message from the universe. Trying to change it was like trying to change fate.

  And that was pointless. No matter how much my insides jumped when I thought of Ryan. Or how completely still they were at thoughts of Tony.

  “That’s so nice of you,” I told Tony, smiling at him and coaxing my heart to warm. “You’re always so thoughtful.”

  Gran was squinting at me, her mouth twisting on one side in clear confusion. “Tess, really? That’s how you’re going to play this?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, picking up my drink and finishing it in one long burning swallow. Unfortunately, the Luxardo cherry at the bottom followed the liquid directly into my windpipe.

  I tried to cough politely, to coax the cherry from my throat, but it wasn’t working and I couldn’t get enough air to pop the thing out. I tried to swallow, but that wasn’t working either. My lungs began to constrict, panic starting to fizz at the edges of my mind as I realized that I was choking. People died from this. Every day.

  A wheezing gasp came from my mouth as I pointed at my throat and swung my gaze desperately between Tony and Gran.

  Fear swelled in me as my vision began to waver and I motioned to my throat, a horrible sucking noise coming from my mouth.

  Tony’s eyes widened at me in horror as I mimed the Heimlich maneuver.

  He shook his head lightly, looking from me to Gran and back again. Tony was not going to save me. I was doomed.

  “Oh for fuck’s sake,” Gran said, rising and coming behind me. “Tony, you putz, I’m not strong enough, come here.”

  Terror was spiking through me. I was going to die. Choking on a cherry.

  At least I’d gotten to sleep with Ryan McDonnell first.

  My vision was starting to black out when I felt Tony’s arms come around me, Gran’s voice distant but still sharp, telling him what to do. He squeezed me hard, once and then again. And the cherry popped out of its spot and flew onto the porch, landing with a plop.

  I sank into a chair, sucking breath and then immediately launching into a coughing fit as Tony let go and guided me by my arm. My mind raced with the near-death experience, flying through all the things I’d been taking for granted. Air. Water. The taste of Wensleydale cheese.

  “Holy cow, Tess. You scared me.” Tony was sweating and gasping as if he’d been the one choking.

  “Jesus,” Gran muttered. “Now I need another drink for sure. Tess, Let me die first, will ya?”

  I was coughing and gasping, happy to feel the air finally coming back into my lungs.

  “Thank you,” I wheezed at them.

  Tony grinned, looking pleased with himself, and took the chair next to me as Gran sank down and dropped her head into her hands.

  “Fuck,” she mumbled, lifting her head to finish off her own drink.

  “Sorry, Gran,” I said.

  “I’m glad I was here,” Tony said, clearly congratulating himself.

  “Me too,” I told him.

  “Why?” Gran shrieked. “If it had been just the two of you, you’d be dead on the porch by now. Haven’t you ever taken a first aid class, you redneck?”

  Tony’s jaw dropped open and I frowned at Gran.

  “He just saved my life, Gran.”

  “Bullshit,” she said, shaking her head. “I saved your life.” She stood up, picking up her shaker and empty glass. “Don’t get old,” she said. “No one gives you credit for anything once you’re old.” She shuffled inside, shaking her head.

  “Thank you,” I said to Tony, meeting his eyes and immediately wishing I hadn’t. There was so much longing and adoration there, it felt like a heavy coat someone had tossed over me that I couldn’t get off. It was smothering. And now that he’d saved my life? I’d probably never get rid of him. I realized I could never be the girl he wanted me to be and he’d never be the guy I wanted.

  We sat for a little while as I regained my breath and let the adrenaline fade. Finally, I stood, thinking maybe I should try to give Tony a real chance. The guy had just saved my life. I shouldn’t make rash decisions in the aftermath of almost dying. Maybe if we spent more time together feelings would kindle.

  “Tony, I probably do need some help, out here in the tent.”

  I led Tony across the lawn and into the tent, where centerpieces needed to be arranged and placed, and place cards needed to be put in their correct locations according to the table map I’d spent hours making. I tried not to think about the last time I’d been in the tent, about the way Ryan had nearly kissed me in the doorway. Trying, however, was not doing. And my skin prickled and warmth rushed between my legs as I thought about the night I’d spent in Ryan’s arms.

  Tony. I shook off my illicit thoughts. I needed to focus on Tony.

  “Thanks for the help,” I said as we worked. “I really appreciate it.”

  Tony grinned over the tables at me, his eyes shining. “Tess, you know I’d do anything for you.”

  I did know that. And I willed my stomach to flip when he smiled at me, willed my blood to heat like it did when Ryan came near. But it wouldn’t. Of course it wouldn’t. Tony was just Tony. No matter how rational I wanted to be, my libido seemed ridiculously won over by the fact that Ryan was a movie star.

  That’s all it was.

  And of course I’d known Tony far too long to have those crazy feelings for him. It was unfair to expect them.

  “Do you need a date for the party tonight?” Tony asked as we finished up inside the tent. “I’m going to head back home to get dressed, but I’d love to be your plus one if you’re up for it.”

  I smiled at my old friend, torn between telling him the truth and potentially leading him on just to save his feelings in the moment. “That’d be great, Tony. I’ll see you in an hour.” It would be easier to see Ryan and my sister together if I had a fake date too.

  He leaned down then and kissed my cheek, a sweet gesture I hadn’t expected. I smiled up at him as he stood back up, the smile I’d known since childhood on his handsome face. “See you soon,” he said, squeezing my hand and then turning to stride long-legged across the rolling green of our back lawn. My stomach churned at the hope in his face.

  “You’re screwing it all up, Tess,” my grandmother called from the porch, where she sat with her second Manhattan of the afternoon.

  Shit. Gran was going to be drunk, and I was screwing it all up.

  Beside her, Ryan and Juliet stood, the camera crew just ahead of them and the reporter waving her arms and directing them to sit with Gran. Juliet’s eyes were on the reporter, her movie star smile glowing at full wattage.

  But Ryan’s eyes were on me, and I felt my blood rushing inside my veins under his hot gaze.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Ryan

  I watched from the back porch as some tall guy emerged from the party tent out on the lawn with Tess, kissing her on the cheek and holding her hand before he left, sending a yearning gaze her way as he crossed the lawn back to wherever the hell he came from.

  When Tess turned and saw me watching her, her eyes snapped quickly away, and she went back inside the tent, leaving me with a swirling ball of energy building inside my chest, making me unsure about anything. I didn’t even know what this feeling was exactly, but there were undeniable elements of jealousy and anger. And confusion—had I so totally misread the situation? When she’d pushed me away the night before, had it been for some reason I wasn’t aware of? Something more than I’d thought?

  Because I’d thought she was just a little scared. Maybe a little worried about trusting something that was happening so fast. Maybe a tiny bit unwilling to believe I could be falling for
her.

  But I was. I had. Maybe at first sight.

  “Ryan,” Juliet whispered, her breath a tickle under my ear. “I really need you to focus. If you screw this up now …” she trailed off and I pulled back, finding her eyes.

  “What’s wrong?”

  Juliet angled her head toward where Alison was chatting with the photographer about the shot we were supposed to be taking.

  “Sorry,” I whispered.

  The photographer spent what felt like lifetimes getting the shot just right. I suspected part of the issue was that Gran was refusing to smile when they asked her to.

  “Get some shots of what ninety really looks like,” she cackled.

  “Gran,” Juliet hissed.

  “I’m not some complacent old toddy,” Gran complained. “Can’t I look a little bit badass? It’s my birthday.”

  Once the photos were done and Alison had taken the photographers out to the tent to see if they wanted to capture any photos in there before the party, Juliet leaned in to whisper again.

  “My lawyers called while you were out. Zac is saying I cheated first, and he’s found three different men who swear we were together during my marriage.”

  I didn’t know Juliet well, but I had no doubt she’d been faithful in her marriage. You could just tell she wouldn’t cheat. Plus, no one who cheated repeatedly on their husband would be as upset as she’d been the past week over the marriage ending.

  “If they find out this is all a farce, it’ll just make me look like a liar. People won’t know what to believe.”

  My heart iced over inside my chest. If we called it quits after the weekend or let things just fade, the media would certainly speculate about the reasons. “So we have to go on pretending.”

  She nodded.

  “For how long, Juliet?”

  A tear escaped the corner of her eye and I reached up to wipe it away without even thinking about it. “I don’t know.”

  The future I’d seen before me, shining and bright with possibility after this weekend suddenly dimmed into uncertainty. Tess knew I didn’t love her sister, but maintaining an ongoing pretense would mean going back to Los Angeles, keeping up appearances and photo opps. It would mean being away from Tess. It would mean honoring my contract with Juliet, securing my own future and my dad’s. But it would also mean giving up the potential I’d only begun to discover here.

  “Over here, you two!” Alison called across the lawn.

  Juliet took a deep breath and my hand, and I followed her down the porch steps, wishing for once in my life I could be in control of my future.

  “Just a few more sweet kisses?” Alison suggested, and I considered maybe shoving her little notepad down her throat. Instead, I pulled Juliet Manchester into my arms and kissed her as convincingly as I could manage. She pressed herself into me, met my lips with hers, opened her mouth to my tongue. The moves were right—but everything about it was wrong.

  “Oooh, that was a hot one,” Alison cooed as we broke apart. And that’s when I saw Tess, standing in the door of the tent watching us. Her eyes met mine for a brief second, and then they squeezed shut for a beat too long, and she turned and disappeared inside the tent.

  “Shit,” I heard myself mutter. My muscles tensed and it took everything I had not to sprint across the lawn to her.

  “Are all men complete morons?” Gran asked loudly from her table at the porch. She held up her ereader as if she was just asking a rhetorical question to the book she was reading, but I had a feeling the sharp old eyes didn’t miss much. And her mind missed even less.

  She was right. I was a moron. But I was contractually obligated to be one.

  Eventually, the camera crew dispersed for the afternoon and we were released to go get ready for Gran’s party. By that time, Tess had disappeared and even Gran had left her spot on the back porch. Caterers were bustling about the kitchen and event staff populated the lawn and tent, moving in audio equipment and setting up odds and ends. For what it was worth, the party looked like it was going to be amazing.

  “I’ll come get you when I’m ready,” Juliet said as we parted ways at the top of the stairs.

  “Okay,” I agreed, uncertain whether I’d survive the party.

  “Hey,” she said, pausing outside her door.

  I looked over my shoulder at her.

  “Thanks for all this. I know it’s a mess.”

  “It’s okay,” I said, but I didn’t believe it was anymore. It wasn’t okay to lie to the world and forsake my own heart and Tess’s. It wasn’t okay to give up a chance at real happiness—the first one I’d ever found—all in the name of a lie.

  The weekend had been touted as a career opportunity by my agent. It had been a job, basically. And now it felt like I was being shoved down a path that I knew led to a sheer drop off or into a deep unswimmable lake. It led somewhere I knew I didn’t want to go, and I couldn’t seem to turn around.

  When Juliet’s door shut, I turned and walked down the hall toward Tess’s room. Maybe if we could just talk for a few minutes, maybe if I could tell her everything now, in the quiet privacy of her room, then I could assure myself that I wasn’t insane, and tell her the kiss she saw had been more acting. More pretense.

  I’d tell her my plans, see the gleam in her light eyes and know I’d made the right choice—for both of us. And I’d have whatever reassurance my silly heart needed that the guy on the lawn had been no one to her. A friend. Or … someone. I couldn’t imagine who he could be to Tess. All I knew was that he was someone who felt it was in his right to kiss her. To hold her hand.

  Someone I didn’t like very much but found myself envying a lot.

  I needed to talk to her.

  But as I stepped near to her door I heard Gran’s voice from inside. “I told you, no frills, no lace!”

  Evidently Tess was helping Gran get ready for the party.

  Now wasn’t a time to talk. My stomach fell.

  I turned and went back to my room, pulling my tux from the closet and heading for the shower, confusion roiling inside me.

  Thirty minutes later I was sitting on the end of my bed, distracting myself by scrolling through photos of the house I’d bought, the house I’d hoped to share with Tess someday. Eventually, Juliet came to knock at the door.

  I opened it, and realized that what stood there on the threshold of the bedroom I occupied was pretty much every American man’s red-hot fantasy. Juliet Manchester, glowing and gorgeous, in an emerald off-the-shoulder dress that perfectly matched her green eyes, stood waiting for me. Her skin was smooth and perfect, milky and beautiful, and her platinum hair fell in cascading waves over her shoulders. She looked every bit the movie star she was, and I wished for a few minutes I could make this all easier and find myself attracted to her.

  But as she stepped near to tell me quietly she’d just heard from her lawyer again, another door opened and Tess stepped out. Over Juliet’s head, I watched her emerge from her room and stop, her light hazel eyes wide as she saw us there in my doorway, Juliet leaning in close, one of her hands on my arm.

  Tess wore a simple dress, a straight rust-colored silk sheath that hugged her curves but not too tightly. The color was like burnished gold, and it set off gold strands in her hair and lit her skin with a glow I wanted to be near, to feel. Her lips were plump and pink and perfect, and every part of my body and mind responded to her as she met my gaze.

  This. This wasn’t a dream, it wasn’t a misplaced fantasy. I was supposed to be with this woman. I knew it with a certainty I’d never felt about anything.

  But right now I couldn’t be. Right now I had a job to do.

  Tess looked between Juliet and me for a long second, then sighed and turned, walking away as Juliet leaned in closer, bracing her hand on my chest as she finished quietly describing the article that had evidently been published on one of the trashier Hollywood news sites. An article Zac had clearly paid for, which detailed all of Juliet’s affairs.

  “It’ll be o
kay,” I told her, wishing she could have told me all this from just a few feet away. I knew what it must’ve looked like to Tess—Juliet and I pressed together in the doorway of my room. And I knew I needed to talk to her, to reassure her, to make it clear how I felt about her.

  “I really don’t see how it will be okay,” Juliet sniffed as we turned to head downstairs.

  “Because it’s not true,” I said. “Maybe all the public needs to know, all anyone needs to know, is the truth.”

  “Zac will ruin me,” she said quietly. “The tape … I can’t …”

  I stopped her on the stairs and turned her to face me. “Juliet. You are a good person. In the end, isn’t that what really matters? Doesn’t that matter more than what the public believes? More than what Zac sells them about you?”

  “Maybe you’ve forgotten what our lives are about,” she said. “In our line of work, it doesn’t matter what’s true. It only matters what people believe.”

  “We’re in a shitty line of work,” I said, feeling the darkness in my words settle on my face, drape my shoulders.

  “Smile, lovebirds!” Alison was waiting like a vulture at the bottom of the stairs, which were lit brilliantly by the photographers’ lights switching on so they could capture our descent. “How about a kiss?”

  Juliet leaned in, and though every cell in my body screamed at me not to, I pulled her close and kissed her for the cameras.

  “That was perfect,” Alison cooed as we descended the rest of the way.

  “It was,” Tess agreed, her voice coming from the shadows behind the photographer’s bright lights. As they switched off the lights to move them, I found her standing in the doorway to the kitchen. “It was perfect,” she said, her voice flat and dull.

  I didn’t know if she was talking about the kiss, or about what had happened between us the day before.

  “Tess,” I whispered, moving close to her. “I need to talk to you.”

  “Ryan! Juliet!” Alison called to us as the crew moved out toward the back porch. I glanced in the direction from which Alison’s voice had come, then turned back to Tess, torn.