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“You’re not coming to the UK with us at all?” I asked. “Not even as co-producer?”
Dylan shook his head. “No. Max and I are already working on another project together. One that’s personal, not professional.”
Dylan looked at Max, who turned to us.
“In addition to planning our wedding, Dylan and I are expanding our family. We’re going the adoption route, like I did with my daughter Blake.”
“Holy shit! Congratulations!” Tate exclaimed and stepped over to give them each a hug.
I got up and did the same. “I’m so happy for you guys!”
When we finished offering our congrats and sat down again, Dylan and Max both had tears in their eyes. And huge smiles on their faces.
“See? This is exactly why I wouldn’t be able to work on set,” Dylan admitted as he wiped his eyes. “My emotions are all over the damn place. It would take me forever to film one scene.”
“That’s understandable,” I replied.
I was incredibly happy for my friends, but also envious.
I’d always dreamt of having a family of my own. I knew that someday, whether I had a partner or not, I was going to be a dad. There was still time, after all. I was only thirty-one.
But I also longed for a man I could share my life with, and after so many years of dating and hookups, I wondered if I was ever going to find him.
If I’d ever get over Tate…
I glanced over to find him watching me. Of course, the look in his eyes was knowing. He knew exactly where my mind had gone. The family part, at least.
I wanted to be annoyed that he could read me so easily, but what was the point?
No one knew me better.
And right then and there, I faced the truth.
Like it or not, my heart would always belong to Tate.
CHAPTER 18
TATE
TWO MONTHS LATER, THE UK
Iwas confident about making this movie.
Up until the moment our plane landed in London.
Then, the realization that I was about to film an epic love story with my best friend had me panicking.
I could refuse to leave the plane. Or pull some other stunt to get me thrown off the film. But I wasn’t a dramatic diva. Okay, sometimes.
But I wanted this role. I’d read the script so many times that the lines were permanently burned into my memory. And I’d prepped with a dialect coach until my accent was on point.
I was prepared. I was ready.
I was freaking the fuck out.
And all because my personal feelings were… problematic.
I’d always accepted my attraction to Reed. Even when we hated each other, he still fucking turned me on. That had never changed.
