Out of breath, she stops in front of me, her cell phone raised in her hand. “Oh, my God.” She bends forward and rests her palms on her thighs. “You won’t believe this… Big news.”
I scoop her up and set her on my thigh. “Calm down. Take a breath. What‘s going on?”
“I sold it,” she chokes out. “Well, Willow sold it for me.”
My mouth drops in shock. “You sold the screenplay for Date Crashers?”
She nods, a bright smile on her beautiful face. “We did it.”
My face hurts from smiling so hard.
I kiss Ash’s sweaty forehead and then her lips. “No, you did it, baby.”
Ash became our President of Crasher Relations last year, but after a few months at our company, she asked Sloan and me if she could write a screenplay about us. The movie opens with Sloan’s meet-cute with Thea Roberts, the owner of Cupid’s Angels. He’s changed a lot since he met her. Sloan needed a good woman to ground him.
Of course, Ash used a lot of elements from our relationship. It feels weird knowing my real life will be featured on the big screen, but I am so proud of Ash and all of her hard work.
I grab the phone from Ash’s hand and call Sloan on speaker phone. He answers on the first ring.
“Get down here. We have something to tell you.”
“Spit it out,” Sloan says.
“Nope. You need to hear this in person.”
Sloan throws open his bedroom door, taking the stairs three at a time. He strolls into the kitchen, not even out of breath. Sloan has always been in better shape than me. While I was busy coding apps in high school, he was busy banging chicks and playing football.
“I sold the screenplay,” Ash says, sliding off my thigh. “You’re going to be in a movie.”
Sloan’s eyes widen, and then he hugs Ash hard enough to knock the wind out of her. “Congrats, sis. You worked so hard on that script.”
“Willow says the studio wants to green-light the production.”
He releases his grip on Ash and holds her at arm’s length. “So, this is legit. They’re making the movie?”
She nods.
Sloan smirks. “Who will play me?”
Ash rolls her shoulders. “I’m not involved with the casting. But the studio asked Willow if we would do a cameo.”
“No, shit.” Sloan shakes his head in disbelief and then looks over at Dylan. “Can you believe this?”
“I can.” I get up, the chair legs screeching across the tiled floor and hug Ash from behind. “I never doubted Ash. When she sets her mind to a goal, she always gets what she wants.”
“I got you,” she coos.
I kiss the top of her head. “You always had me.”