Page 91 of Never Date a Celebrity

“Nah. I’m going to save the world after this.”

Bridget rolled her eyes. “Oh, of course you are. I’m not even surprised that they offer you the nice parts. You have to have gall to be a villain.”

Ah, now Amelia had no gall. Gotta love a Bridget compliment.

And she was still going. “And playing a villain takes so much more artistic brilliance than playing the good guy. Anyone can play the likeable part—it’s designed specifically for the viewers to root for them. But to play evil and nail it—that takes real skill.”

“You sound like you’re already onboard,” Amelia said.

“Hmm. I suppose the director of this Don’t Cross Her is known to be a genius.”

Amelia almost jumped up off her seat. “Don’t Cross Her?”

“Is that not what I just said? You know that I hate to repeat myself, Amelia.” Bridget eyed her. “Why do you look like you just sat down on some anal beads?”

“Vivid,” Amelia said, then shook away the image. “And because I’m doing Don’t Cross Her. The nice part.” She framed her face with her hands and smiled.

Bridget stared for a few beats, then smiled slowly. “Huh. Maybe it could be fun. I’d get to kick your ass.”

Amelia clapped her hands together. “And I’d get to kill you in the end.”

“Oh goody.”

“Let’s face it, I’ve been dying to kill you ever since you put that photo out.” It was a joke with a jag and Bridget knew it.

“But look how it all turned out. Admit it, it was a good move.”

“It was not,” Amelia said defiantly. “It was sneaky and unnecessary and almost cost me the love of my life.”

Bridget did her trademark bored look. “Whatever. I’m still taking credit for your little love fest whether you’re big enough to admit it or not. Speaking of, how is Ingrid?”

Amelia narrowed her eyes. At this point, she was convinced Bridget had googled names beginning with “I” just to annoy her. “Stop fucking with me. You couldn’t even keep a straight face that time.” Friends or not, Bridget enjoyed messing with her.

“Imogen,” Bridget corrected herself like it strained her.

Amelia gave a satisfied smile. “She’s fine. I’m going back to the Wishing Well after we finish shooting. Where I’ll stare at her with hearts in my eyes while she looks sexy serving drinks before we spend the rest of the night wrapped up in her bed.”

Bridget screwed her face up. “You know you overshare now? I think I liked you better when you barely spoke.”

Amelia nudged her. “You wanted a best friend, Bridgey Bridge. You got one.”

“Never call me that again.” She paused. “Maybe I’ll come with you to this Wishing Well place. See what all the fuss is about.”

“Why not? You come with me everywhere else.” Trailers. New movies. It seemed that Amelia and Bridget were going to be joined at the hip for a while longer. “You’re not coming to bed with us though.”

Bridget looked astounded. “Like you would ever be so lucky.” She stood abruptly and strode toward the door. “Besides, I’m seeing Gabe tonight. But I’ll come for a drink. God help me, I’ll need it to tolerate his shower singing.” In true Bridget fashion, she disappeared out the door without another word.

Amelia could only chuckle. When she started Always the Bridesmaid, never in her life did she think that she could ever be anything that even resembled friends with Bridget Clemonte. But there she was, growing increasingly fond of Bridget by the day, and genuinely pleased they were still going to be working together after this.

Life had a funny way of surprising you. Especially here.

Amelia only came to Ireland for a movie. She’d expected to fall in love with the place. With the scenery. The culture. She never expected to stumble across Ballyluck, fall hopelessly in love with a guarded woman behind the bar at the Wishing Well, or start imagining a future that stretched far beyond filming schedules and flights home.

Turns out the real love story hadn’t been in the script after all.

It had been waiting for her here. Her wish come true.

“That’s another booking for five o’clock. Six people,” Imogen called out after she set the phone down. She wrote it on the pad anyway, but they liked to keep each other in the loop.