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in,” he reminds me, causing me to avert my eyes.
    “No, we need to eat and you know as well as I do if we stay here we’ll end up rolling around in our food and not eating it.”
    Josh comes to stand behind me, nipping at my neck. “And what’s wrong with rolling around in a little chocolate pudding?”
    “You’re insatiable.”
    “I am, and it’s all your fault. I can’t get enough of you and I don’t want to share you with anyone else.” He grinds into my backside, showing me just how much my words ring true.
    “Maybe we should go downstairs to the hotel restaurant. That way the manager will see that I’m wearing his gift. The last thing I want to do is upset him.”
    “I like that idea. Being in good graces with hotel managers is beneficial to us, especially when we want to escape. Plus, that means if we stay in, there will be no paparazzi trying to take our picture. I really like that idea, Mrs. Wilson.”
    My knees go weak when he refers to me as Mrs. Wilson. I lean my head back onto his shoulder, giving him ample space to continue his beautiful assault on my neck.
    “If we’re living in L.A., would we really escape to a hotel?” I’ve read the tabloid reports before—celebrities coming in and out of hotels and calling it a getaway—but if you live there, why would you need to?
    “Depending on what’s going on in your life, the media could be hounding you and sometimes you just want a break. Hotels offer security, seclusion, and other amenities you might not get at home. Most have state-of-the art gyms, spas, and other services.”
    “I guess that makes sense.”
    Josh stands behind me and we regard our reflections in the mirror. Aside from the obvious physical changes—like both our hair being longer and Josh sporting a nice scruff—we’re the same people that we were inside the house.
    “I think I could look at you all day and never tire of it.”
    “I think that would be creepy, but I’d still like it. That means our roles would be reversed. I will have gone from the stalker to the stalked,” I tell him, taking a jab at my own infatuation with him.
    “President of my fan club, remember?” He winks, reminding me of the job title that he bestowed upon me in the house.
    “Is this a paid position?” I ask, turning in his arms. I let my fingers drift along his cheekbones, tickling the pads of my fingers with his whiskers.
    “You don’t have to work, Joey. I’ll take care of you. I already told you earlier that I want you to travel with me. I don’t want to be one of those couples that are separated by distance and plagued by rumors. If we’re together, we’re stronger than being apart.”
    I hadn’t thought about not working, or needing to find a job in Los Angeles. His words give me a sense of relief all while making me feel happy. I want to be with him, and if that means living out of a hotel for however long it takes, so be it. As long as we’re together, I’ll be happy.

A s we touch down at the Jack-Edwards Airport, I figure now is the best time to let her know that Sweet Home Alabama wasn’t exactly filmed here. That has to be one of the hardest parts as an actor when it comes to locations. You read a script and the writers’ notes tell you where the film is based, you get excited and look up what the town is like and try to picture yourself as your character walking down the street, only to find out you’re not actually filming there, but one or two states away because it’s cheaper and the tax credits are higher. In Hollywood it’s all about the most bang for your buck.
    The same can be said about book adaptations. They’re never the same. People are either going to love the book and hate the movie or vice versa. Personally, I love both, especially when they’re different.
    Walking through the airport without a security detail is risky, but I figured no one here would really care. I was wrong. Maybe it’s the drawback of first class. Sure, we get on first and get