Love Unrehearsed
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“‘Sir’? No, no, Taryn, please call me Jonathan. So how’s our boy doing these days?” he asked, craning his neck in Ryan’s direction.
“He’s great.” It was the most benign answer I could give, considering the earlier circumstances. “And he’s anxious to get back to work.”
And away from this insanity.
“Good! So am I,” he admitted on the sly.
“Are you coming to Vancouver with Ryan?”
“Yes. As soon as we come back from the European press junket,” I said.
Jonathan smiled warmly. “That’s wonderful news. Then you and Anna can keep each other company.”
I felt a hand touch my shoulder. It was Trish. “Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt. Taryn, we’re ready for your photo op with Ryan,” she said.
“Right. No worries,” Anna said with a wink. “We can catch up later.”
“I look forward to seeing you at the after-party,” I said, reaching to give them both a hug goodbye. It was almost pure elation to finally feel accepted by some of the influential people in my new life—in our new life.
Ryan smiled and seemed relieved to see me again, but as soon as I was next to him, his brow furrowed and he appeared wary.
“You ready for this?”
I gave him a reassuring smile and a quick nod. “I’m ready.”
Ryan led me by the hand to stand in front of a huge wall emblazoned with the Reparation movie logo. He quickly stepped behind me, standing on my right side instead of my left.
“Okay,” I giggled nervously, confused as to why he repositioned himself.
Ryan placed his lips right next to my ear.
“Put your hand on my chest.” He laughed lightly to make it look like we were sharing a private joke. “I want everyone to see your ring,” he said emphatically, gazing into my eyes with a certain tenderness that was mesmerizing. “It’s time to go big or go home. I want everyone to know you’re mine, Taryn.” We smiled and posed while the press took our picture a million times. The photographers were yelling our names so often that I didn’t know which camera I was supposed to look at.
Ryan’s grin was infectious. “Did I tell you how exceptionally beautiful you look tonight?”
As I gazed up into his eyes, personal van-ity was low on my emotion chart. Instead, I said what I truly felt. “I am so proud of you.” My smile broadened as he rested his forehead on mine.
“I love you,” he whispered, his fingertips gently holding my raised chin. “Never doubt that.” And then, in front of hundreds of cameras—softly, adoringly—he kissed me.
Chapter 4
Party
Once Ryan’s public appearance outside was over, we made our way into the plush theater for the screening of Reparation. Gone were the feelings of doubt, replaced by new confidence about my role as his fiancée.
I tried to concentrate on the film but it was difficult, knowing that Ryan was mostly watching my reactions instead of the screen.
He had already seen the film during private screenings when he had to do voice-overs and I knew he didn’t like watching his own movies. He said it was the narcissistic aspect of it that bothered him.
Ryan whispered with disbelief into my ear. “Are you crying?”
“Shh.” I elbowed him gently and wiped the moisture from my cheek. I couldn’t help it; Ryan’s character had just saved a bullied teenage girl from committing suicide when she tried to hang herself in the school cafet-eria. To say it was heart-wrenching was an understatement.
Ryan was overly concerned by my emotional reaction, laughing uncomfortably and nudging me as if to break the hold the film had on my attention. When I didn’t give in to his provoking, he looked past me and sighed when he saw that his mother was crying, too.
I took his hand in mine and brought it to my lips. I didn’t know how else to tell him how awestruck I was.
“Oh my God!” Marie breathed out, turning around to face us when the movie was over.
Both she and Tammy were wiping their fingers under their eyes from the tear-jerker ending. The credits were rolling when I grabbed Ryan’s lapel to pull him in for a quick kiss. I nuzzled up against him, wiping my tears away, trying to regain my touch with reality after that emotional roller-coast-er ride. My future husband was absolutely remarkable. I had never felt so much pride for a man before this moment.
Less than an hour later, we arrived at the hotel where my first lavish after-party was being held.
Before our car came to a complete stop, Ryan focused on me, whispering last-minute instructions. “Stay with me, okay? Do not let go of my hand. And do not look at the paparazzi or say anything to them. Just follow my lead.”
“He’s great.” It was the most benign answer I could give, considering the earlier circumstances. “And he’s anxious to get back to work.”
And away from this insanity.
“Good! So am I,” he admitted on the sly.
“Are you coming to Vancouver with Ryan?”
“Yes. As soon as we come back from the European press junket,” I said.
Jonathan smiled warmly. “That’s wonderful news. Then you and Anna can keep each other company.”
I felt a hand touch my shoulder. It was Trish. “Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt. Taryn, we’re ready for your photo op with Ryan,” she said.
“Right. No worries,” Anna said with a wink. “We can catch up later.”
“I look forward to seeing you at the after-party,” I said, reaching to give them both a hug goodbye. It was almost pure elation to finally feel accepted by some of the influential people in my new life—in our new life.
Ryan smiled and seemed relieved to see me again, but as soon as I was next to him, his brow furrowed and he appeared wary.
“You ready for this?”
I gave him a reassuring smile and a quick nod. “I’m ready.”
Ryan led me by the hand to stand in front of a huge wall emblazoned with the Reparation movie logo. He quickly stepped behind me, standing on my right side instead of my left.
“Okay,” I giggled nervously, confused as to why he repositioned himself.
Ryan placed his lips right next to my ear.
“Put your hand on my chest.” He laughed lightly to make it look like we were sharing a private joke. “I want everyone to see your ring,” he said emphatically, gazing into my eyes with a certain tenderness that was mesmerizing. “It’s time to go big or go home. I want everyone to know you’re mine, Taryn.” We smiled and posed while the press took our picture a million times. The photographers were yelling our names so often that I didn’t know which camera I was supposed to look at.
Ryan’s grin was infectious. “Did I tell you how exceptionally beautiful you look tonight?”
As I gazed up into his eyes, personal van-ity was low on my emotion chart. Instead, I said what I truly felt. “I am so proud of you.” My smile broadened as he rested his forehead on mine.
“I love you,” he whispered, his fingertips gently holding my raised chin. “Never doubt that.” And then, in front of hundreds of cameras—softly, adoringly—he kissed me.
Chapter 4
Party
Once Ryan’s public appearance outside was over, we made our way into the plush theater for the screening of Reparation. Gone were the feelings of doubt, replaced by new confidence about my role as his fiancée.
I tried to concentrate on the film but it was difficult, knowing that Ryan was mostly watching my reactions instead of the screen.
He had already seen the film during private screenings when he had to do voice-overs and I knew he didn’t like watching his own movies. He said it was the narcissistic aspect of it that bothered him.
Ryan whispered with disbelief into my ear. “Are you crying?”
“Shh.” I elbowed him gently and wiped the moisture from my cheek. I couldn’t help it; Ryan’s character had just saved a bullied teenage girl from committing suicide when she tried to hang herself in the school cafet-eria. To say it was heart-wrenching was an understatement.
Ryan was overly concerned by my emotional reaction, laughing uncomfortably and nudging me as if to break the hold the film had on my attention. When I didn’t give in to his provoking, he looked past me and sighed when he saw that his mother was crying, too.
I took his hand in mine and brought it to my lips. I didn’t know how else to tell him how awestruck I was.
“Oh my God!” Marie breathed out, turning around to face us when the movie was over.
Both she and Tammy were wiping their fingers under their eyes from the tear-jerker ending. The credits were rolling when I grabbed Ryan’s lapel to pull him in for a quick kiss. I nuzzled up against him, wiping my tears away, trying to regain my touch with reality after that emotional roller-coast-er ride. My future husband was absolutely remarkable. I had never felt so much pride for a man before this moment.
Less than an hour later, we arrived at the hotel where my first lavish after-party was being held.
Before our car came to a complete stop, Ryan focused on me, whispering last-minute instructions. “Stay with me, okay? Do not let go of my hand. And do not look at the paparazzi or say anything to them. Just follow my lead.”
