Free Say It With Sequins: The Rumba: HarperImpulse Contemporary Romance Novella by Georgia Hill

that’s so hypocritical!”
    “You said it, cariad.” He rose and came behind her, put his arms round her and kissed the top of her head.
    Now it had happened, just how did he feel about it? Anxious and insecure for the future, yes but he also felt strangely relieved. There would be no more stumbling along until they tired of him; He’d
have
to find another career now. It was peculiarly freeing.
    “You sound so calm about it all!” Julia twisted so she could see his face.
    He kissed her quickly and laughed. “I suppose I’ve had a whole two hours more to get used to the idea. And in a way it might be a good thing. It’s going to force me into action, it’s going to get me out there and find out what I really want to do.”
    Julia nuzzled his stubbled cheek and wanted to cry. He risked losing so much. For her. Just to be with her.“But Harri, you’ve risked your job to be with me. Do you, do you regret - ?”
    “What?” His voice reverberated against her skin and his breath was warm.
    “Do you regret,” Julia took a deep breath, “us?”
    Harri went very still. “Do you?”
    “No!” she said a little wildly, “of course not! But it’s not my career that’s been ruined.”
    “Bit dramatic, bach!”
    Julia giggled weakly, despite herself. “I am an actor,” she pointed out.
    “True enough.” Harri breathed in the scent of her hair and thought. He did feel calm. Would it scare her off, he wondered, if he said what he wanted to? That he had what he most wanted here, in this little kitchen, held in his arms. His career? Well, that would take care of itself; something was bound to turn up.
    “I don’t regret anything I’ve, I mean that
we’ve
done.” He tightened his arms round her and kissed the only part of her he could get at – her neck. “You’re the best thing,” when she began to protest, he shushed her and went on, “the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I wanted you from the very first moment I saw you at the
Still Life
after party. And now I’ve got you I’m not letting you go.”
    Julia relaxed against him. She loved him, she knew that now. She loved his dark eyes and his wicked grin, she loved his beautiful body with its honed muscles. But most of all she loved his cheerful determination, his optimism, the steady way in which he tackled life’s problems, whether it was mastering the tricky steps to a paso doble, or simply a fan asking for his autograph at an inconvenient moment. And she was confident that he’d face this crisis in his usual way - with steady fortitude. “So, you’re not going to let me go, are you?”
    “Not a chance, you have this habit of swanning off with tall good looking blond men every time my back’s turned.”
    Julia giggled again, this time with more conviction and then frowned at a burning smell. “You’re going to have to let me go I’m afraid,” she said, with mock seriousness.
    “Why?” Harri’s voice was muffled; he was busy nibbling her ear.
    “Because our breakfast’s burning!” Julia leapt up and rescued the croissants. They’d been burned black and were beyond hope. She said as much to Harri, coughing and laughing and flapping a tea towel around the room so that the smoke alarm wouldn’t go off.
    He came up behind her and put his arms about her again. “Cariad,” he said into the nape of her neck as his hands caressed her breasts. “Don’t worry, I’ve got another sort of breakfast on my mind. Come to bed …”
    Step Eleven.
    Monday morning brought sheepish grins from the team at
Who Dares Dances.
Harri didn’t know for sure just who had sold them to the press but didn’t overly care; the way he and Julia had been carrying on it would’ve got into the papers somehow. The press loved Julia, they loved
Who Dares Dances
and they seemed to love him; they’d smelt a story and wanted more.
    He’d rung his neighbour from the car on the way to the television studios. Apparently, there had been a few reporters sniffing