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flying, and it’s evident in his expression he worries about her. What a lucky
girl to have this man for a daddy. I should have begged for a double-dose of
her children’s Dramamine. Maybe my nerves wouldn’t be so shot.
    Dillon reaches over and unlocks my
seatbelt, giving me a teasing wink in the process, before stretching out in one
of the leather seats.
    “I feel like singing,” Dillon announces,
and that’s all it takes.
    Mave launches into another beat with
Will following behind him. The next thing I know, Dillon is crooning out lyrics
in that velvety rasp of his with Logan humming and Max and Trace singing backup.
    Goose bumps show up all at once as I
take in this moment. I’m awestruck at how they have converted this cabin into a
concert hall and I get the distinct privilege of being in attendance.
    The rest of the flight goes by
surprisingly fast with my nerves settling down. Maybe those guys were singing
me a lullaby of sorts. It worked. I even brave leaving my seat to go in the back
to color with my green-eyed Snow White. Grace’s friendship has been the easiest
I’ve ever formed. She’s even spent the night with me on occasion. But my nerves
frazzle completely out again when Mave stretches across the bed with us and
starts coloring. We have a lovely conversation with him speaking all the
dialogue and me blushing like a mute fool.

 
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    California is sunshiny and swamped with
people. Never have I seen so many bodies in one location in all my life. Yes,
it’s been a sheltered life, but still. Wow. Luckily, the driver deposited me in
a mall that is surprisingly set up like any other mall. This made my shopping
task that much easier. I’m quite proud to be able to find everything on the
list and luck up with a giftwrapping service right there in the mall.
    I’m a well-organized kind of girl. I
like lists and a schedule, so it was nothing to have one in place for today.
While I shopped, the helpful driver compiled a list of grocery services.
Grabbing us both an iced coffee, I lug the last load to the waiting Town Car.
    “The first on the list is probably the
one you want to go with, but I added a few more choices.” He hands me the list
and I hand him his coffee.
    “Thanks, Gary.”
    After settling in the back, I dial up
the grocery service and rattle off my detailed list and give them the credit
card info Tate gave me. I also provide the address to Dillon and Jewel’s Malibu
beach house. I may just be able to pull this job off yet.
    We pull up to the house and start
unloading the bounty. Tate and Blake meet us outside to help. I’m highly
impressed to see the grocery delivery truck is already here, too.
    Entering in a quiet space, I ask Tate,
“Where’s everybody?”
    “Just leave the gifts by the door,” he
says to stop me.
    I backtrack and place them on a teak
wood bench. This place is amazing with a very breezy vibe decked out in the
neatest beachy touches. We arrived last night with it twinkling in Christmas
décor that Dillon surprised the kids with especially—even though we will only
be here two days.
    “Jewels and the kids have spent the day
on the beach. The guys were with them earlier until the fans and paparazzi got
a little out of hand. Jewels banished them back inside after that. They’re in
the gym now.”
    “Good.” I glance at the clock—two
o’clock—and head to the kitchen where Blake is helping put the groceries away. “I
should start preparing an early supper.”
    “Sounds like a plan. We need to pull
out of here by five. The guys have a magazine interview backstage before the
show,” Tate says as he heads out.
    Tate assured me I didn’t have to cook,
but I assured him I did. It’s my form of meditation.
    “You need some help?” Blake asks from
the other side of the vast tiled island. He’s just the cutest guy—boy-next-door
with caramel hair and matching eyes. And always wanting to be helpful.
    “No thanks. I’m good.”
    He