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piled the bags into the trolley.
    “The poor thing, that's so unexpected. Talk about having your life thrown upside down.”
    Yeah, you're right about that. My poor 'sister' didn't know what had hit her. Or him.
    “Doesn't she want a proper bed?”
    “Oh, this is just a temporary thing. You know, until things settle down.”
    And dear sister comes off tour.
    “Well here.” she passed a thick catalog to me. “You can phone your order and we can deliver it within a couple of days.”
    “Okay, thanks.” I said quietly, unsure of the future.
    Who would know what was going to happen? I'd just gone crazy with Fraser's credit card and yet there was a very real chance that he wasn't the father. Shit a brick.
    “No problem.” the woman smiled at me brightly. “Have a great day.”
    “You too.” I muttered and pushed the trolley out of the store.
    Warily I looked around the street as I put my sunglasses and hat back on. I hated having to hide like this but since walking the red carpet with the band at the last awards ceremony, I was outed. Now I was stalked just as much as they were, they were adamant that I was involved with at least one of them. One tabloid suggested that I was their go-to girl when the pickings were slim.
    Little did they know that the pickings were never slim and that those boys could have a hundred women lining up at their door if they wanted. That's each, not in total. Some of them had no shame either. How they got the bands email address I don't know but after I opened one that was a picture of a woman trying to prove she was a virgin and asking one of them to be her first, I'd had enough. New email addresses were created and the old ones were closed.
    There was no one around, rather surprising but I guess there was something more interesting. Likely to be another celebrity, maybe found sleeping in the gutter along the strip. That happened last week and the starlet was yet to recover from that fall from grace.
    I loaded the bags and the boxes into the boot, keeping my wits about me. The paparazzi could be anywhere, with those long range lenses they didn't need to be in my face. I'd have to spend the afternoon stalking the internet for any pictures, not that it would do any good. Once it's out there, it's done. Memories of the quiet tumor and his fiasco at the lagoon resurfaced. Oh the drama.
    Austin the singer of the band found out about long range lenses the hard way. He'd gone to Florida to see his parents, met a girl and fell in love. Only problem was the paparazzi were watching. Pictures of them swimming in a lagoon surfaced and Abigail was rather topless. Austin wasn't impressed, the quiet one that mostly kept to himself could be heard from two towns over in the days after the pictures surfaced.
    As I pushed the trolley into the bay I looked around the street. Down one end was a gathering, flashing of cameras and beefy security guards. Yep, the paparazzi were around and thankfully they were otherwise occupied. I quickly scurried back to the car before they lost interest in whoever it was and set their sights on me and the boot full of baby goods.
    I looked at the clock, it was already ten am. Time had escaped me in my mad spending and worried thoughts. As I turned into Fraser's street, I saw a glossy red car sitting outside his house. I hadn't ever seen the car before, though it could be one of Jaxon's. He seemed to be into the sports cars. Low and sleek, way too fast.
    The garage door slid up, Fraser lifting it with a hurried flick of his hand. I looked around the street as I pulled into the driveway, unsure of his insistence. Maybe the baby was giving him grief. Or maybe it was the owner of the car. Maybe the bitch of a mother had returned and decided that she had changed her mind. Over my dead body.

Chapter Four
     
    Darkness shrouded the garage as the door slid down, clattering to the ground with a lot of noise. Another thing that he could easily replace. Automatic doors were a great