Page 96 of Don't Cry for Me

She pulled Josie in close as she looked around at the apartment. Their apartment. No more commuting across town to visit each other. She’d wake beside Josie every morning, and maybe soon, she’d be able to cut her hours in the bar the way she’d been working toward. She could fill the smaller bedroom with rescue kittens while Eve ran Marlow Marketing out of the space downstairs.

The episode featuring Josie’s bar had indeed givenDo Overthe ratings boost it needed, and soon, filming would begin for its third season. But production only lasted a few months out of the year. The rest of Eve’s time would be spent here with Josie. It was everything she could have ever wanted. Sunlight filtered through the oversized window on the far wall, illuminating the pink tones of Josie’s hair, and Eve saw her future reflected in those fuchsia depths.

“I love you,” she whispered.

Josie’s eyes seemed to shine with happiness. “Love you back.”

“You know, that drink must really work.”

“What?” Josie asked, giving her a quizzical look.

“The Midnight in Manhattan,” Eve told her with a smile.

“Oh!” Josie’s grin widened. “If you drink one at midnight, rumor has it you’ll fall in love before the end of the year…”

“It sure worked for me.”

Josie winked. “That confirms it. The rumors are true.”