Page 4 of The Hollywood Billionaire's Fangirl Wife

Poppy knew the exact moment the penny dropped for her husband.

Valerian didn't know whether to wince or shake his head.Jilly...andGuy de la Rocq?How on earth was that going to work?

GUY HAD JUST GOTTENoff the treadmill in his private gym when his phone vibrated in his pocket.

Hi, this is Jilly. Poppy told me to text you. Could you come over tomorrow at 8pm?

Guy raised a brow when his phone vibrated again, this time because of a QR code that contained the GPS link to his blind date's address. How unexpectedly forward andefficient,for a woman who didn't go outmuch.Or maybe this was simply a case of having different ways of quantifying exactly how much was...much.

When he emerged from the shower, another text message awaited him.

Oh, and please bring an extra shirt. Just in case.

Guy was no stranger to women making the first move, but this wasunprecedented, for someone like him whose dating history could best be described as extensive.

His lips pressed in a tight line as he recalled Poppy further describing her friend as someone easy to "scare off". Whoever this woman was, she clearly had Valerian's wife fooled into believing a lie. But since he was a man of his word...

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Jilly:I saw your panel photo. Wrinkled shirt again.

Jack:Emotionally matched the topic.

Jilly:Wear the black one I got you.

Jack:You mean the one that “brings out my soul”?

Jilly:You know I'm right.

Jack:About what? Me having a soul or what to wear?

Jilly:Both, naturally.

GUY'S EXPECTATIONSabout Poppy's friend started unraveling as soon as his sports car's GPS directed him into a gated neighborhood named Sunshine Villas.

The entrance itself was modest: a single security booth and an elderly guard who merely nodded at him after checking his name against a visitor list. No cameras. No biometric scanners. Nothing that would suggest any of the residents had something particularly valuable to protect.

The woman he had pictured in his mind was the type to live in a flashy downtown condo, the kind who wouldn't feel comfortable if living anywhere without a bustling night life. But this place, though?

The neighborhood was more in line with how Poppy had described her friend, and more and more, Guy began to feel as ifhe was missing something as he eventually pulled up in front of a modest two-story brick home.

Was that a glass aviary...built above what looked to be a master bedroom designed for a cat?

It was the most bizarrely charming residence, with a series of wooden ramps zigzagging up one exterior wall and a miniature but functional fountain that looked as if it belonged to an old French chateau.

Guy killed the engine and sat for a moment, reassessing the situation. Was this really the right house?

The sound of crickets filled his ears as he stepped out of the car, and the air around him smelled...fresh. Almost as fresh, in fact, as what he enjoyed in his ranch in Evergreen. And completely unalike the smoke-and-perfume atmosphere of most establishments that his work occasionally obliged him to frequent.

Guy pressed the doorbell, hearing a soft, musical chime echo inside followed by the unmistakable sound of several animals responding to the noise. Barking, meowing, and was that a squawk?

"I'm coming!"

If he had heard such words from another woman, he would have thought of it as an innuendo. But this time, though?

As much as Guy hated to admit it, he was no longer certain of what to expect...but he had his answer as soon as the door opened.

Ah.

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