One Weekend in Los Angeles
Prologue
“Babe, you have to do this. Please,” my husband, Jeff, beseeched, sitting beside me on our hand-me-down sofa. We were in the one-bedroom apartment we’d rented last year when we’d moved to Los Angeles so he could pursue his music and acting dreams.
I took a deep breath before trying to explain my concerns. “I’m anxious about putting our lives out there for the world to see. Think about what the publicity could do to our relationship.”
We’d been together since high school, and I was secure in our commitment, but appearing on a reality show seemed like going under a microscope where the world could dissect every little thing. I had my doubts as to how healthy it would be for us.
He stood up and paced, running a hand through his blond hair before coming over and dropping to his knees in front of me. “I promise this won’t change things for us. We’re as solid as they come, babe. Consider what this could do for my band or for my shot at future acting gigs. City of Angels is the big break. I can feel it deep in my bones.”
He took my hands between his, and I was hard-pressed to say no. His band had been his dream since high school, and acting had been his passion. We’d always been each other’s biggest supporters. “I worry.”
He kissed my hands. “I understand, but I swear to you, I will always be the man you married. And if it becomes too much, I will choose you over the show and leave the minute you say so. Scratch that—the second you say so.”
How could I say no to his earnest face? The thing about Jeff I’d always admired was his honesty. If he said he’d walk away, then I trusted he would walk. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
His handsome face broke into a boyish smile, the same one I’d fallen for eight years ago in our junior year of high school when he’d asked me to be his lab partner in chemistry. I’d trusted in him when he wanted to leave our small town and go away to college and when he wanted to move to LA. This would be no different. I’d trust him. I’d trust in our relationship. And I’d trust we’d be just fine.