First date

Lilly

The moment we pulled up in front of the restaurant by Capitol Hill, a swarm of paparazzi surrounded the car. It should have been a clue. It wasn’t.

“There has to be a celebrity eating here tonight,” I grumbled as a valet opened the door for me but before he could help me up, Chance was out of the car, moving around it to assist me.

“Touch her and you’re fired,” he warned and the poor valet faltered. Chance tossed him the keys, then reaching for my hand, Chance helped me out of the car. The moment I stood up, my hands smoothed my dress down.

“Thank you.” Flashes from the cameras blinded me and I struggled to figure out which way to look to shield my face.

He put a hand to the small of my back and guided me through the crowd of paparazzi and guests waiting to be seated.

“Mr. Macklemore, is it true you and Lilly Walker have been in a relationship for years?” I blinked in confusion, stiffening at the question. Instinctively I sought out the reporter who asked the question.

“Miss Wal