Twelve With Nigel out of the country, Lulu was set on getting Fee to agree to the spin-offâor at least the wedding episode for Secret Lives.
âIf thatâs really what you want to do, Iâll stand behind you,â Lulu told Fee.
The cameras moved around but Lulu ignored them. Sheâd gotten more than used to having her entire life filmed. Today she was having lunch with Seraphina as they chatted about Feeâs upcoming move to Texas. While she hated losing her best friend, she understood how much Fee loved Royal and the people thereânot just Clint, though the love Fee had for her fiancé was certainly something special.
When the cast and crew had been there for Christmas at Mirandaâs estate, theyâd all fallen a little in love with the charming town. And after those devastating fires, Lulu more than understood Feeâs need to be with the man she loved in his hometown.
After all, hadnât they all wanted to land a cowboy?
Unfortunately, the only one whoâd caught her eye, and gotten on her last nerve the entire time she was there, was Kace the snarky lawyer... The snarky lawyer whoâd shown up at her penthouse just to talk a few days earlier. Sure, like theyâd ever just talked. At this point, they couldnât be alone for two minutes without clothes falling off. Mercy, the things that man could do with his hands.
âEverything okay?â Fee asked, reaching for her water glass.
âWhat? Oh, yes. Sorry.â Lulu smiled and pushed thoughts of Kace aside. âJust thinking.â
âAbout anyone I know?â
Feeâs eyes twinkled, her smile all-knowing. Lulu didnât keep secrets from her best friend, but she wasnât about to voice anything about Kace on camera. Sure, her admission to her attraction to the sexy Southern attorney would get ratings going, but she wasnât ready to share her feelings with the world or Kace. There had been enough footage of the two of them bickering during the cleanup from the fires last month. By the time this show aired that they were filming today, who knows where sheâd stand with him. Would she tell him her feelings? Would he admit to his?
âLetâs concentrate on you and your new love,â Lulu stated, giving her friend a wink. âI say we throw a big going away party. Iâll host and weâll do it on my rooftop terrace.â
Fee lifted her glass in a mock toast. âYou know Iâm always up for a party.â
âPerfect. Iâll get everything together.â
And playing the dutiful hostess would give her the distraction she needed from one Kace LeBlanc.
Lulu waited until the cameras left to pull out her begging for the wedding episode and questioning her friend about the spin-off. She loved Fee and didnât want to put her on the spot for all viewers to see.
Fingers crossed Fee would be in agreement for both. Nigel was counting on Lulu to make all of this work out and she didnât want to let him down.
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âThat was weird how my sister insisted sheâd seen you before,â Nigel stated, gesturing for Sophie to enter their second-floor suite.
Sophieâs heart still hadnât gone back to a regular rhythm after that close call. The scrutiny with which Ellen kept staring had had Sophie ready to hop back on Nigelâs jet and head back to New York.
âWeird,â she agreed, for lack of anything else to say.
As she eased past him and into the room, Sophie gasped at the view. A wall of patio doors leading out onto a private balcony drew her across the room, ready to take in the beauty of the land from above.
Heavy gold drapes outlined each side of the doors and she was positive no royal palace was arranged more beautifully. Her decorator eye would take in all the details of the room later, but she wanted to step onto the balcony and look over the snow-covered grounds.
âItâs freezing out there,â Nigel said when she unlatched one of the locks.
âI just have to see it for a moment. Iâm imagining the beauty in the summer.â
She shoved open one door and took in the crisp fresh air. Sophie blinked against the bright white covering of snow that stretched over the grounds for as far as her eye could see. The evergreens were accented with winter and she hated that sheâd missed seeing this place all decked out for the holidays.
She imagined perfectly decorated Christmas trees with gold-and-white stockings hung from each of the fireplaces, dinner parties with glamorous dresses, and champagne fountains.
She turned from the view and came back in, latching the lock behind her.
âYou grew up here?â she asked.
âI lived here my entire life, except for my schooling, until I moved to New York.â Nigel shoved his hands in his pockets and glanced around. âThis is actually my room, not a guest suite.â