Page 18 of The Hollywood Billionaire's Fangirl Wife

Jilly crossed her arms over her chest.

It was time, she decided seriously,to bring out the big guns.

"There's one last and most important reason why I had to cut all ties with him."

Star's forehead creased. "What is it?"

Jilly took a deep breath. "First Corinthians 6:18."

And just as expected, Star and Poppy slowly nodded in understanding.

Thank goodness they finally understood...

"You're in love with him, aren't you?"

"Exact..."Wait. What? No!Jilly looked at her friends in bemusement. "Why would you even say that?"

Star patted her hand gently. "You're in denial. I understand."

Jilly yanked her hand away. "There's nothing to see! I'm fleeing temptation—"

"Do you really think you'd be this tempted if you weren't already in love with him?"

Poppy was nodding at every word while Jilly just wanted to shake some sense into both women.

"You guys are crazy," Jilly grumbled.

"While you," Star teased, "are crazy over him."

Jilly threw her hands up in surrender. "He's thirty-five!"

"So?"

"And Jack?" Jilly demanded.

"Guy is Guy, Jack is Jack—"

Jilly groaned at how Star made it sound overly simple. "You know how special Jack is—"

"And so is Guy," Poppy reminded her gently. "I'm willing to be that the night you two met, you actually forgot you're his fangirl or that he was Guy de la Rocq. That night, he was simply Guy, the man who makes your heart race because he's hot—"

"Poppy!"Jilly couldn't remember having her cheeks burn this much. There was seriously something wrong with the A/C. That had to be it, just that.

Poppy demurely clasped her hands over her lap as she gave Jilly an innocent smile. "But I'm right, aren't I?"

No no no no no no no!

But even as they settled into Bible study, and even after they went their separate ways with hugs and promises to pray for each other, both of her friends were still convinced Jilly should unblock his number, eat humble pie, and ask for another date.

Absolutely not!

Yet when she finally settled into bed, surrounded by the comfortable sounds of her rescue babies, something kept bothering her, making her toss and turn while Mack claimed his usual spot on her pillow and Mounty stretched across the foot of her bed.

Oh, Heavenly Father.

You see why I had to do that.

Right?

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