Be my cameraman

"Where are you off to?" Lynn asked shyly as if she had no right to ask me that.

I'd have to squash her insecurities real fast. This relationship might be new to both of us, but she had every right to know where I was going and I didn't want her to feel bad for asking.

"I need to head down to the warehouse to take care of some things. You want to join me?"

Her eyes lit up as she nodded. "Let me just run this inside and I'll be right back."

She ran toward the house door as I watched her the entire way. I loved that she was living with me now, knowing I'd get to see this every day. Before we agreed to this, she always treated my home like she was a guest. I didn't want her to feel that way anymore though.

"So there was a little problem while we were out shopping," Pierre admitted.

My gaze whipped in his direction. "What kind of problem?"

"Paparazzi problems."

I groaned. "Is she okay? What happened?"

"Oh, she's totally cool, but... she did seem a little off on the way back. You should ta