Unforgettable: Book Three (A Hollywood Love Story #3)(40)

He rips open his trench coat to reveal his. It’s a little shredded. I laugh. “I will. He’ll appreciate the tip.”

A warm smile spreads on his face. “Thank you for saving my little girl.”

I feel myself blushing. It feels totally amazing to be a real life action hero.

A big grin flashes on Zoey’s face as she casts her eyes down. “He was wearing his lucky cufflinks.”

Lucky indeed. On my next heartbeat, Zoey’s delicious lips are on mine. I deepen the kiss with my tongue, cherishing the taste of her. The scent of her. The feel of her. And every bit of her in my arms.

Gucci’s barking breaks us apart. While a beaming Pete excuses himself to join the myriad of cops who have arrived on the scene, Gucci’s persistent barking grows louder. Zoey ruffles my hair and laughs. “I think he’s jealous.”

“The Gooch is going to have to learn to live with the two of us.”

Zoey holds me in her twinkling big brown eyes. “Brandon Taylor, what exactly do you mean?”

“Well, with Katrina likely going to serve some prison time, this little rascal’s all mine now. I hope you’re okay with that.”

“Mr. Taylor, what else are you trying to tell me?”

“There’s a wedding in progress at The Four Seasons. If I recall, you promised you’d be there for me.”

“I’m sorry. Does showing up a little late count?”

“No excuses. Would you like to attend the rest of it with me?”

Her eyes grow wide as my words sink in. I can feel her heart rapidly beating against mine. Her kissable mouth drops open. There’s no need to tell her that I was never going to say yes to Katrina. After my confrontation with Scott last night, I decided to spurn her on national TV. The consequences didn’t matter to me. What mattered was marrying the right girl. Like my wise, beautiful mentor Bella said: To act with my heart…and land my dream. A stammer cuts into my thoughts.

“B-Brandon, are you asking me to marry you?”

“Yeah. That’s what I’m trying to do. Well…?”

“Is this how Kurt’s going to propose to Mel?”

I roll my eyes; she’s killing me. “I don’t know. I haven’t written the episode yet.”


She laughs. “I think it would work out perfectly.”

“Is that a yes?”

She cradles my head in her hands. Another passionate, all-consuming kiss is the only answer I need.





Zoey


Brandon borrows Pops’s car. I must say I totally enjoy seeing Mr. Lamborghini behind the wheel of his beat up Chevy. The truth is Brandon looks good in any car. I can’t take my eyes off him as today’s insane events whirl around in my head. Brandon once said he’d kill for me and he did. At last Donatelli is dead. It’s hard to believe. And it’s even harder to believe we’re getting married. I should pinch myself, but if this is a dream, I never want it to end.

“Brandon, can we make a stop in Beverly Hills before we head over to The Four Seasons?”

He turns to look at me and his violet eyes burn a hole right through me. A dazzling smile curls on his lips. “Only if we make it quick. Hold on.”

On my next breath, we’re racing up Doheny toward Wilshire Boulevard, the police siren blasting.

I’ve always put down Pop’s old Chevy, but now know it has its benefits.

My real life action hero is in seventh heaven. “Man, this is more fun than being Kurt Kussler. Do you think your father will let me borrow his car after we’re married? It’s the bomb!”

“Maybe,” I say. “Everything’s negotiable.” I wink at him. “And who knows, it could be a wedding present.”

My husband-to-be shoots me a hopeful, loving look.




“Well hello, dear. So nice to see you again,” says Beatrice. To my shock and relief, the Tiffany saleswoman who I met several months ago is still here. Her voice is a little frosty. I don’t blame her. I never came back for the ring. She must think I’m just a looker. Or a bullshitter.

“Let me know if there’s anything I can help you with.”

I glance down at the display case and my heart sinks. While there are dozens of dazzling diamond rings inside it, the magnificent amethyst and diamond ring I coveted is not among them.

The pencil-thin saleswoman starts locking up the cases. “Just so you know, we’ll be closing in fifteen minutes.”

My muscles tense. I don’t have much time.

Beatrice’s throaty voice drifts into my ears. “Did you come back for your ring?”

“Yes,” I say glumly. “My fiancé’s back in town and I wanted to show it to him.”

“Oh. Is he here?” A thick layer of doubt colors her tone.

I nod. “Yes. He’ll be here any minute. He’s just parking the car.”

I study the other rings, hoping to find one that’ll call out my name. Not one does.

Beatrice’s gasp diverts my attention. I gaze up at her shocked face. Her mouth is agape. Finally, her lips move.

“Good heavens!”

A nuzzle on the back of my neck sends me spinning. Brandon!

He smacks a kiss on my lips and then says, “I valeted the car. The valet is taking care of Gucci.”