Page 94 of Never Date a Celebrity

Imogen chuckled. It was the best she was going to get. “I accept your apology. And yes, let me get you some.”

“No, I’ll get it.” Piper sprang into action, clearly eager to impress.

“A bottle. For us all. Can you ladies drink on the job?” Bridget asked. “I feel like sharing. I’m celebrating.”

“Oh yeah? What are you celebrating?” Niamh asked with polite interest.

“It seems that Amelia and I are going to be working together again.”

Imogen gave Amy a questioning look.

“I’ll explain later,” she said quietly.

Imogen smiled. It was such a simple sentence, but Imogen loved that they had a later. Their own quiet time at the end of the day, just the two of them. “Can’t wait.”

“There’s something else I want to talk to you about too,” Amy said, pulling her closer. “Something important.”

“Oh? Should I be worried?” Imogen asked, leaning into her touch. Though nothing in Amy’s look or tone said she should be.

“I hope not,” Amy said with a grin, leaning up to kiss Imogen’s cheek. “Had to.”

“Not complaining.”

“Ugh. Are you two going to drink some champagne or do you want to get a room?” Bridget said with glaring impatience.

Imogen knew which one she would prefer, but she would settle for the drink for now. Bridget was Amy’s friend, therefore hers by extension. She’d been brought up with manners.

Luckily, Bridget didn’t stay long. Once they’d toasted the new movie and finished their bubbles, Imogen and Amy slipped upstairs together. She really owed her friends for letting her get away with all these early finishes. When Amy was gone, Imogen would work all the lates to repay the favour. Besides, she would need to keep busy to keep her mind off missing Amy. Distance was going to suck.

“So, what was it you wanted to tell me?” Imogen asked as soon as they collapsed onto her sofa wrapped up in each other’s arms. And legs. They tended to use every limb they could. The more touching the better.

Amy hesitated. “It was more what I wanted to ask you.”

“You look nervous about this,” Imogen said.

“I am a little.” Amy paused and quirked her mouth to the side. “Okay. I’ll just say it. I had a call with Helen and Veronica today.”

“Okay…” Imogen dragged out the word. “Is everything alright?”

“You see that’s the thing, Im. Everything is so much more than alright. Everything is perfect.”

Imogen tilted her head in question.

“With you,” Amy clarified. “Us.”

“Oh.” Imogen started to smile. “I totally agree there. But what has that got to do with Helen and Veronica?”

Amy traced her fingers up and down Imogen’s arm. “Well, you know how I have to leave?”

Like Imogen could forget. Her heart sank to her boots every time she thought about it. “Not my favourite topic, but unfortunately, I do.”

Amy pouted and nodded. “Well, what if when I’m done with the movie, I come back here?”

Amy needn’t have even asked first. Obviously Imogen thought it was a brilliant idea. “I’d love that, Amy. Of course I want you to visit. You know I’ll be dying to see you. Like dying.” Though she did plan to see Amy long before the film wrapped. Maybe in America. Get a taste of where Amy lived. They had discussed Tokyo as well. Hell, Imogen would go anywhere. There was no way she could go six months without laying eyes on the woman she loved.

“Me too. But what I mean is, what if I come back here and stay here?” Amy met her gaze, like she was silently willing Imogen to catch her meaning.

Imogen forced her brain to keep up. Was Amy saying what Imogen thought she was saying? “Stay here as in live here? For good?”