Recovering from a broken relationship, Emma Mitchell moves in with her best friend. Her life is quiet and uneventful, just how she likes it. Little does she know that the events of the following months will change her life forever.
Famous Hollywood actor James McNair is a renowned womaniser with a penchant for partying and hitting the tabloids for all the wrong reasons. When a night of partying a little too hard means he finally has to take stock and reevaluate his lifestyle, a week away from the flashing lights of Hollywood is just what he needs. What better place to hide than in his childhood home in Edinburgh, Scotland?
When the old friends are reunited, feelings resurface and sparks fly. But James must keep the pretence of his new persona until the premier of his biggest film in his career. He just has no idea if he'll be able to keep his feelings for Emma under wraps until then.
Sometimes it takes more than damage control to find a happily ever after.
I could feel my head spin with the amount of information and with everything that was expected of me. It was a bit too much. I needed time off.
Without hesitation, I said, “I need a break. One week, that’s all I’m asking. I promise I’ll behave.”
Neither of them agreed, but they didn’t disagree either. After looking at each other, Michael was the first one to speak.
“James, you have a week to get your bearings. Please, do not fuck this up,” Michael advised.
“Scout’s honour,” I said, lifting my hands in surrender.
Jack and Michael left the room, leaving me seated on the sofa where I was slouching minutes before.
“I’m going to get something to eat. Do you want anything?” Ralph asked, standing at the door, ready to leave.
“No, I’m okay. Thanks, man.”
I sat, planning what to do for a week. Maybe a nice spa to recharge the batteries? Should I stay in the UK or head back to the US?
That was when I remembered the interview mentioning my first kiss.
My childhood friend, my neighbour, and my first crush.
It made me wonder if she watched it. I wondered if she still lived in the same place and what she was doing at that exact moment.
Looking for my mobile phone, I googled her name, and a picture of our class in high school showed up.
Tracing her face with my thumb, my chest constricted. She was so beautiful. With my gaze firmly focussed on her image, I knew exactly what to do for my week. I just needed to call the only person who would know how to find her.