All the Romance You Need This Christmas: 5-Book Festive Collection. Romy Sommer
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said it, cariad.” He rose and came behind her, put his arms round her and kissed the top of her head.
Now it had happened, just how did he feel about it? Anxious and insecure for the future, yes but he also felt strangely relieved. There would be no more stumbling along until they tired of him; He’d have to find another career now. It was peculiarly freeing.
“You sound so calm about it all!” Julia twisted so she could see his face.
He kissed her quickly and laughed. “I suppose I’ve had a whole two hours more to get used to the idea. And in a way it might be a good thing. It’s going to force me into action, it’s going to get me out there and find out what I really want to do.”
Julia nuzzled his stubbled cheek and wanted to cry. He risked losing so much. For her. Just to be with her.“But Harri, you’ve risked your job to be with me. Do you, do you regret - ?”
“What?” His voice reverberated against her skin and his breath was warm.
“Do you regret,” Julia took a deep breath, “us?”
Harri went very still. “Do you?”
“No!” she said a little wildly, “of course not! But it’s not my career that’s been ruined.”
“Bit dramatic, bach!”
Julia giggled weakly, despite herself. “I am an actor,” she pointed out.
“True enough.” Harri breathed in the scent of her hair and thought. He did feel calm. Would it scare her off, he wondered, if he said what he wanted to? That he had what he most wanted here, in this little kitchen, held in his arms. His career? Well, that would take care of itself; something was bound to turn up.
“I don’t regret anything I’ve, I mean that we’ve done.” He tightened his arms round her and kissed the only part of her he could get at – her neck. “You’re the best thing,” when she began to protest, he shushed her and went on, “the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I wanted you from the very first moment I saw you at the Still Life party. And now I’ve got you I’m not letting you go.”
Julia relaxed against him. She loved him, she knew that now. She loved his dark eyes and his wicked grin, she loved his beautiful body with its honed muscles. But most of all she loved his cheerful determination, his optimism, the steady way in which he tackled life’s problems, whether it was mastering the tricky steps to a paso doble, or simply a fan asking for his autograph at an inconvenient moment. And she was confident that he’d face this crisis in his usual way - with steady fortitude. “So, you’re not going to let me go, are you?”
“Not a chance, you have this habit of swanning off with tall good looking blond men every time my back’s turned.”
Julia giggled again, this time with more conviction and then frowned at a burning smell. “You’re going to have to let me go I’m afraid,” she said, with mock seriousness.
“Why?” Harri’s voice was muffled; he was busy nibbling her ear.
“Because our breakfast’s burning!” Julia leapt up and rescued the croissants. They’d been burned black and were beyond hope. She said as much to Harri, coughing and laughing and flapping a tea towel around the room so that the smoke alarm wouldn’t go off.
He came up behind her and put his arms about her again. “Cariad,” he said into the nape of her neck as his hands caressed her breasts. “Don’t worry, I’ve got another sort of breakfast on my mind. Come to bed …”
Step Eleven.
Monday morning brought sheepish grins from the team at Who Dares Dances. Harri didn’t know for sure just who had sold them to the press but didn’t overly care; the way he and Julia had been carrying on it would’ve got into the papers somehow. The press loved Julia, they loved Who Dares Dances and they seemed to love him; they’d smelt a story and wanted more.
He’d rung his neighbour from the car on the way to the television studios. Apparently, there had been a few reporters sniffing around his flat all night. He was going to have to find another way of getting into it, he thought with a grin. He smiled at Suni and Scott as his mobile went off. He closed the door to his dressing room and, with his heart beating faster, answered the call from Red Pepper.
Still at home, Julia had picked up her mobile on its first ring, thinking it would be Harri with more news.
“Julia?” It was Bibi, her agent. “Julia? I’ve had the Cabaret people on the phone.”
“And?” Julia tried not to hold her breath and failed.
“They want you, darling. Can you meet them later today? They’re going to offer you Sally Bowles!”
Julia’s first impulse was to ring Harri.
“I’ve got the part!” she yelled into her mobile.
“They’re not going to sack me!” Harri exclaimed at the same time.
They both screamed simultaneously down their phones.
“I want to see you now,” said Harri urgently.
“Can’t, I’ve got a meeting arranged with the director of Cabaret.”
“Uffern dan, I can’t either, I’ve got to train with Eva. See you later tonight?”
“My place?”
Harri thought about the reporters nosing round his flat. “Think it might be better. Hwyl fawr am y tro.”
Julia looked at the blank phone screen and clicked it off. She loved the man but she was going to have to learn some Welsh. She made a promise to herself to look up a Welsh dictionary online, as soon as she got home.” Not knowing what he was on about half the time was driving her insane. Harri grinned as he flagged down a taxi to take him to the dance studios where he was due to rehearse with Eva. He couldn’t believe life could be so good. Red Pepper, in acknowledgement of his previously unblemished record, had given him a warning to be more discreet and had let him off. They were so delighted with his unexpected progress in Who Dares Dances that they didn’t want to attract adverse publicity by firing him. He and Julia just had to be very, very careful.
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