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And the snow.
And the birds.
And it was the most peaceful I think I’d ever felt.
27
Jillian
“As most of you can probably guess, Cash has been my assistant quite a few times behind the scenes.” I peered up at the most handsome assistant ever. Cash smiled his smexy, movie star grin at me and winked. Then he smiled into the camera.
“And today he’s going to help me with a brand-new segment—Cooking with Jillian & Cash,” I said into the camera.
“I thought it was Cooking with Cash & Jillian,” Cash stated.
I peered up at him with a narrowed gaze. “You’re pushing your luck, Clemens.”
He laughed and slung his arm around me. Then he bent down and kissed my lips.
Obviously, I kissed him back, but I stopped and pushed away after a few seconds. “Okay, I think our fans have seen that enough times.”
Cash shook his head and kissed me once more. “I don’t think so. Maybe we should ask them?” He tilted his head and looked into the camera.
To that, I rolled my eyes and shoved his arm off me. “Anyway.” I pointed to the ingredients on the table and named them all one by one. “Do you want to guess what we’re making?”
I had to give him credit. It seemed like he was legitimately thinking about it. “I have no idea.”
I nodded and told him and our viewers, “Nanaimo bars.”
Cash’s jaw dropped to the floor, and his eyes opened wide. “You really do love me.”
It was my turn to burst out laughing. I slipped my arms around his torso and looked up into the most handsome, loving, forgiving eyes I’d ever seen. “I really do love you, Cash Clemens.”
His lips found mine and this time we kissed for a bit longer than was proper. But to tell you the truth, I didn’t care. And Cash was right—our viewers couldn’t get enough of our PDAs.
Most likely, they’d tuned into my social media channel to see exactly that. Although I hoped some of them might actually get some baking advice they could use, too.
In the end, it didn’t really matter why they were watching. Just that they were.
And cheering us on from the sidelines.
Finally.
28
Jillian
Had I ever been this nervous?
I didn’t think so.
Not that I could remember, anyway.
The show had flown us out here last night.
The Single Girl Show.
