Reel (Hollywood Renaissance #1) Read Online Kennedy Ryan

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Hollywood Renaissance Series by Kennedy Ryan
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Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 151085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
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“I would.” Her mouth trembles and tears shimmer in her dark eyes. “She wouldn’t even have to ask.”

“If you think about it, neither did you. She flew out here before you even got a chance to tell her you needed her.”

“You’re right.” Realization dawns on her face. “Wow, she did. It’s like Dessi says when she and Cal leave Paris and go home to Alabama. When family needs you, you go even if they don’t call.”

I know it’s still a lot for Neevah to wrap her head around—that her sister, with whom she has had so little relationship her entire adult life, is willing to make this sacrifice—but I just want her to start healing. I want her off dialysis and with a fresh start. She and her sister can work out any remaining differences in their own time.

I’ve tried to hide it from Neevah as much as possible because I didn’t want to add to her anxiety, but I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since we found out she needed a kidney. I realized I loved her just before I realized I could lose her, and that has tortured me. I’ve known the pain of losing the person you love most in the world. That is the risk of love, what makes it a radical act. You pour everything into another person who is bound by fragile humanity. You could lose them at any time, but you can’t reason with your heart.

All these years, I managed to convince myself I would never do anything that foolhardy. Why would you open yourself up to that potential pain again? And then someone walks onstage, into the light, and you realize you want to let them in, but they bring with them not only the best of life, but the risk of loss.

And at some point, your heart decides it’s worth it.

Sometimes attraction is the body’s way of keeping a secret from your heart until you’re ready to hear it. Maybe my heart recognized who Neevah was to me immediately—my light, the part that would fit with me like we were crafted for one another—but disguised it as admiration, lust, desire, need. Emotions I could accept, giving me time to fall in love. Inevitably. Irrevocably.

“So what’s next?” I ask, reminding us both that we need to make plans. “When is this happening?”

“Dr. Okafor is coordinating with the transplant center,” Neevah says. “But it could be as soon as the end of next week. I’ll fly to North Carolina for the surgery. I’ll be in ICU for probably a week and then they may keep me a little longer, but after that, I go home.”

“Home . . . meaning where?”

“Once I’m released from the hospital, I still may not be quite ready to fly, so I’ll stay at Mama’s for a little bit, but then I should be ready to come back to LA.”

“We’ll fly back to LA. I hope your mama doesn’t mind a houseguest. I can stay at a hotel while you’re in the hospital, but once you leave, I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

“I don’t want to be out of your sight,” she whispers, running her fingers through the beard that will be Gandalf-esque if I follow my tradition of not shaving until a movie wraps.

“How do you feel now that this is happening?” I ask.

“Relieved. Scared. Guilty for putting Terry through this, but also happy that it brought us back together so we can at least start to become sisters again. There is a lot going on in my heart.” She leans close, her eyes glowing with confidence and love. “You are going on in my heart, Mr. Holt.”

The laughter fades from her expression and she dips to press her lips to mine, deepening the kiss, stirring a passion I’ve checked the last few weeks. My hands tighten possessively at her waist, and I pull away, breathing hard.

“You want me.” She reaches between us to palm my cock.

“Shit,” I groan. “Of course, I do. You’re not helping.”

“You haven’t been . . . I don’t know.” She shrugs. “I wasn’t sure if you were turned off or . . .”

“Turned off? What the . . . I thought we’d been through this.”

“I know you love me, but I wasn’t sure if—”

“Baby, loving you and wanting to fuck you all the time are inextricably tied together.”

“Then why haven’t you—”

“You have been really sick, Neevah. I know you don’t like to acknowledge that, but I’ve had to. In how I managed our workload and how I managed my own desires. I wanted to be careful. I still want to be careful. I know you’ll think I’m crazy, but I prefer to wait.”

“You may be the first man to ever say that to me.” She laughs.

“If anything went wrong because we . . . I wouldn’t forgive myself. Just let me suffer until you’re completely healed.”


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