Chapter 2
CHAPTER
TWO
GEORGIA
Inever—well, rarely—lie to Cam, but he already thinks I’m in the middle of an existential crisis, so I wasn’t about to tell him I’d had a full-on conversation with my dead husband in an attempt to validate my reasons for taking part in this interview and documentary series this morning.
We turn in unison as Daniel and his team of five enter the studio.
Cam’s arm slides protectively around my body, his big hand giving my hip a squeeze that I feel all the way to my heart.
Despite our heated words, I love this man more than life, and I take a moment to look up at him and let him know.
“I promise I’m okay. I love you, and I’m sorry for being so cunty this morning.”
“Fuck me dead, will you stop dropping the C word? I love you, too. You’ve got this. Go show the world how fucking fabulous you are.”
Cam kisses me full on the mouth, slaps my arse, and I move towards Daniel, holding out my hand.
After introductions, coffees, water, and small talk, Daniel’s sound team set up a boom and wire me up to a mic.
His lighting team rearrange my furniture and set up their lights, and despite the time, I chug back a glass of Prosecco.
Daniel stares at me from the wingback chair set in the corner of the studio.
I’m sitting on the oversized leather sofa we keep in here while his team continues to set up cameras and adjust the light and sound around us.
The interview I’ve agreed to give isn’t actually happening today. Today is more of a ‘get to know each other’ meeting, and for a few promo shots to be taken, hence the early morning hair and makeup session.
Daniel’s palms are pressed together in a prayer pose, and his joined index fingers bounce on and off his lips as he studies me over the top of them.
We’ve met a few times at various events, but until I agreed to this interview, I wouldn’t have said I knew him outside of him being the biggest chat and celebrity podcast show host in the country right now.
I’ve done my research and know he started out as a gossip columnist, then gained a reputation for being fair and accurate on what he reported. His longtime friendship with Billie Wild, now Young, and her niece Makenzie has also been well documented.
Billie’s the sister of Callum Wild, singer and guitarist from the band Young that’s not my style.” He pauses and looks towards the open stable doors as the crunch of gravel on the drive travels through them towards us. “That’ll be Kenzie.”
“Great,” I say quietly, hoping to hide the sarcasm in my tone.
“She is great. She’ll be joining you for a Prosecco and have you chilled and laughing within the hour.”
“Sounds like my kinda girl,” I state, feeling mildly better.
“She absolutely is.”