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He averted his gaze.
“Baby, wait.” I rested my hand on his muscular arm, stroking his sleeve tattoo. “I just mean, you left me because you were scared to lose me. Marriage is forever.”
“Foreverused toscare me. In my world, nothing is forever. But when I’m with you, forever doesn't seem long enough.” A hint of a smile inched onto his face. “It feels… right.” He pulled me close to his warm, naked body. “This is the only thing that feels right to me.”
Before I could respond, a rumbling from my stomach erupted under the blankets. “I’m slightly hungry.”
“Are you too sleepy to go out for breakfast?”
Shaking my head, I laughed. “When have I ever been too sleepy to eat?”
Simultaneously, we slid out of bed, threw on sweats, and headed out the door to a café a few blocks away. Two bodyguards trailed closely, watching our surroundings. It was nearing 8:00 a.m. and the café was buzzing with locals stopping in to eat or get something to-go.
Eyes wandered toward us, as we waited in the short line to order. Several people were taking photos or videos of him, or maybe both of us. I wasn’t sure any longer.
Hooking my arm in his, I leaned my head against his arm, studying the menu. The aroma of coffee and breakfast food wafted through the loud restaurant. When we got to the front of the line, a cheerful young guy stepped up to the register greeting us.
While Chance ordered for us, my gaze drifted off and caught the eye of someone familiar in the corner of the dining area. A gentleman reading a newspaper sipped on his coffee, staring in our direction.
I didn’t remember his name, but I remembered Ian making me dance for him privately. Bowing his head in acknowledgment, he lowered his eyes back to the paper.
“Babe,” Chance elbowed me.
I whipped my head around.
“You ready?” He handed me my coffee and a muffin.
I nodded. We exited the bright, white and mint green building, strolling toward the nearby park where every tourist and local flocked when the weather got nice. I finally felt I could hear about his time in California. At least, the filming part. While he chatted about it, I munched on my blueberry muffin. Finally, I felt a sense of closure.
I loved the warmer weather in Boston. Everything was so green once it came back from the usual harsh winters. Flowers were fully bloomed, the birds were chirping, the swan boats were lined up on the edge of the pond. Stopping at a bench near the water, under canopy trees, we sat. He draped his arm around my shoulder, tugging me into his body.
Out of nowhere, a ball went zipping by, followed by a small boy chasing it toward the pond. Chance shoved his cup in my hand, lunging forward, catching the boy before he fell into the dark water. A younger-looking, breathless woman rushed up as Chance handed him over.
“Thank you so much!” She clutched her son’s hand in horror. “He’s so fast!”
Chance bent over, picking up the small, yellow ball, holding it out. “No problem.”
“Chance!” She gasped, realizing who he was. “Oh wow, thank you so much. You’re amazing! You’re one of my favorite actors.”
He smiled politely, bowing his head to her son. “Maybe get him a leash or something.”
The young mother giggled, picking her son up, thanking him twice more before she sped away. He pivoted to me, shaking his head in subtle amusement.
“It’s astounding how people can just forget their child almost drowned when they are in my presence.” He sat down, wrapped his arm around me again, crossing an ankle over his knee.
“You make women crazy,” I snickered, handing him his coffee, “but you’re so good with kids.”
“I guess.” He shrugged with a laugh. “Kids are pretty cool when they behave. Well, Dylan is cool.”
“Do you want kids one day?” I placed the cup to my lips, taking a sip.
Fidgeting with the cuff on his ankle, he shrugged again. “Raising a kid with my lifestyle is scary. I see other celeb kids with paparazzi in their faces just because they’re walking down the sidewalk with their famous parents.” Turning toward me, he twirled a thick strand of my hair around his finger. “I would punch someone if they ever made our child feel uncomfortable. And that’s the kind of reaction they want. I also don’t know how I’d feel about someone selling photos of our kids.”
I rested my hand on his thigh. “And that’s why you’d be an amazing father.”
“Are you pregnant or something?” The corners of his lips twisted up.
“No,” I snorted. “Justcommunicating.”
