Prologue
Tap. Tap. Tap.“Is this thing on?”
“Carina is going to be frustrated if we mess this up.”
“Greenleigh. You’re trying to blow her cover. Amateur move, Teala.”
“Oh, stop. Can you be quiet for a few seconds so I can figure this out?”
“That red light means it’s on. It’s rolling. Happy to help.”
“How do we delete? I don’t want her to hear us arguing.”
“Honey, she’s writing our story. She’s going to hear things a lot worse than us arguing. Remember?”
“Oh, God. Why did I agree to this again?”
“Because it’s a good story. And Smith was in a fucking movie. I want to be in a movie too!”
“Macs. Our love story is not Nicolas Sparks caliber.”
“Twilight?”
“Oh my gosh! Give me a few more seconds, please. I can’t think clearly with your questions. She wanted me to start talking about something specific.”Papers rustle.
“So, is that a no toTwilight? Because I’d really love to bite your neck right now.”
“I’m not responding to that.”
“Lick. Fine. I want to lick your neck right now.”
“You’re embarrassing me.”
“Romance novel, remember? Sex. We’re going to fuck all over these pages—leak come like overused commas on this shit.”
“No. Just no.”
“Don’t turn me down. I’m a goddamn Navy SEAL.”
Sigh.“I wish she could hear my eye roll right now. No one would believe you’re a SEAL. It’s the whole point to this.”
“Why? Because I manscape?”
“Partially.”
“Because my hair products cost more than your makeup?”
“That factors in.”
“My Gucci wallet?”
“And your collection of Armani T-shirts. Yes, Macs. Yes to all of the above.”
“Hey, I was single when I spent money on those things.”
“Ahhh. When you were single. That’s where we’re supposed to start.”
“Shit.”