The doors unlock as I approach the car, and I scramble into the passenger seat and lock my door. Moments later, Dan slips into the car as the paparazzi swarm, flashing their cameras through the windows. I duck my head to my knees and cover my face. Finally, we pull away from the curb—and away from the paparazzi. “Are you all right?” Dan asks, his focus shifting from me to the road. “Yeah, I’m okay.” My voice is shaky, and I breathe deeply. “Does that really happen on a regular basis?” He shakes his head. “It’s ridiculous sometimes. Believe it or not, that wasn’t all that bad.” I blink, trying to erase the spots. “Are those going to be bad for business?” “What?” He glances at me. “You know—Daniel Chase is out with a female!” I wave my hands a little. He snickers and shrugs playfully. “I’ll just say I was out with my granny.” I swat his shoulder with my purse. “Very nice. I’ll report that the babysitting went well.” Dan laughs. He glances in the rearview mirror then the side mirrors. “Looks like we’re clear. Where do you want to go?” I shake my head. “Well, I’m not up for that again.” He nods. We drive aimlessly without speaking for a few minutes. Then . . . “Hear me out, all right?” He glances at me nervously. “All right.” “There aren’t many private places to go. The same thing might happen at any other pub we go to, so that leaves us with two places—my hotel or your flat.”
About the AuthorDaydream believer and homecoming queen, Q.T. Ruby, can now add writer to her resume, which includes thinking in song lyrics. She began her writing career as a child, channeling her ideas into songs she wrote and performed for a bedroom full of Barbies and stuffed animals. She now serenades her children with her songs, like "Just Eat What's On Your Plate" and "You Are the Cutest, but Pick Up Your Stuff." Q.T. Ruby loves her mom's homemade rice pudding, pizza and movie night at home with her family, and is lucky enough to teach middle school in Connecticut where she was born and raised.