Page 6 of Shine For Me

“Your PR people wanted me to arrive with Fox,” I tell Jimmy. “They thought it’d be good to have some headlines going into filming.”

He gives me a patronizing look and I bite my tongue. It may have been the PR people who communicated with me, but there’s no doubt that plan came from the man next to me. There isn’t a single detail he doesn’t oversee.

“You still need to be seen with Adam,” he says. “There’s a photographer from Getty Images here getting pre-approved shots. They’ll run in all the major publications.” I don’t have to ask to know that pictures of me and Adam are on the pre-approved list. “He’s over at the bar,” Grandpa continues, then turns back to his admirers, confident that he doesn’t need to say more.

I’ve been given an instruction and we both know I’m going to follow it. Get your picture taken with Adam. Keep up the act. Protect the image.

Even if I feel like there’s something cold and heavy gathering in my belly. Even if the only thing I want to do is go find Fox and distract him from the model and spend the rest of the night trying to make him laugh again, like he had earlier.

No, that’s not in the cards for me. I’ll be spending most of the rest of the evening onAdam’sarm.

Fox Ransome isn’t mine. He never will be. So I push aside thoughts of the guy I think I might be in love with and go off to find my fiancé instead.