Chapter 63

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Three weeks had passed since the Cabello men had flown back to Miami and life had, thankfully, settled back into a completely boring, repetitive, predictable routine.

Johnston had, as Jack had hinted at not long after his arrest, accepted a plea bargain a week after the attack that gave him a one-year jail sentence with the possibility of parole after seven months for good behavior. It wasn't much, and it wasn't nearly enough to make either Lauren or Camila particularly happy, but it was actually a harsher-than average sentencing because he had violated his restraining order. Had it been a first-offense assault, he could have just gotten off with a fine. Knowing that he would be free in a few short months wasn't the most comforting feeling in the world for either Camila or Lauren, but it was a relief for the both of them to know that he was off the streets for the time being. That feeling of safety also meant that they were able to sever ties with the private security team that Lauren had hired, even though they were still a favorite target of the local paparazzi.

Work on the Serendipity set was winding down, it was now the middle of August and they only had a little more than two weeks left of filming to go. The hours they spent on set weren't nearly as long nor were their schedules even remotely as hectic as they'd been in the beginning. Their days were spent on set filming and occasionally in a studio doing ADR work, and their nights were spent cuddled in bed, kissing, touching, and making love until exhaustion overcame them and they fell asleep wrapped in each others' arms.

For as eventful as those few days surrounding the proposal had been, it was a relief to both Lauren and Camila to just get back to the process of living their lives, planning their future in as much as they could, and simply enjoying being together.

At the moment, they were lying together on the small sofa in their trailer, soft music pouring from the speakers of the little iPod dock Camila had set out on the counter opposite them as they napped. It was a peaceful scene, one that would make anyone walking in on it stop and smile and hesitate to make a sound lest they disturb the slumbering women; but, unfortunately for them, a phone had no such regrets about waking them.

"Get your phone, Camz," Lauren mumbled sleepily as she buried her face in the crook of the brunette's neck and held her close, even though she had just told her to get up.

Camila picked her head up and glared at her phone that was sitting on the counter by the iPod dock across the trailer from where she lay, rather comfily, in Lauren's arms. She huffed a breath and groaned as she forced herself to pull away from Lauren, who whimpered adorably as she peeled her arms from around her waist, and stomped her way over to the phone. "Hello?"

"Camila, it's Thom, how are you?"

She was surprised to even hear from her agent because she'd told him when she'd signed on to do Serendipity that she didn't want him looking for anything for her for a while and that she needed a break from the stage. She frowned and rubbed a hand over her forehead as she said, "Good. What's up?"

"Well, I know you said you wanted to take some time off from Broadway and I get it, I do, but I thought you would kill me if I didn't pass along some information about this new project that's come up."

"What new project?" Camila asked. She looked over at Lauren, who was now sitting up on the couch and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Lauren looked up and arched a brow questioningly at hearing her question, and she just shook her head as she walked back over to sit down beside her.

"Joan Wells is producing a new musical and she wanted to know if you would be interested in the female lead. Micah Brooks is writing the book on it, and he and Helen Richards are writing the lyrics."

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