Like, knee deep, no paddle and there wasn’t any way out. Flynn’s family was perfection. I liked them all, particularly his Gram. But most of all, I adored Flynn. Like an absolute idiot, once his Gram planted the idea in my head about Flynn giving her great-grandchildren, I sat thinking about how beautiful it would be to carry his babies. Yes, I know that makes me nuts. I barely knew him and I was wistful about the idea of a child with Flynn’s eyes holding my hand and asking me for butterfly kisses. Getting into the car with him was like being enveloped in a sensual cocoon. It was just the two of us and it felt like we were alone in the world. The Foo Fighters were on the car stereo, Dave Grohl was singing Everlong, and my heart was beating out Flynn’s name. When he reached over and took my hand in his, I flushed from head to toe. I kept trying to snap back into reality, repeatedly reminding myself that he was Flynn Rand, ridiculously famous love ‘em and leave ‘em singer. The reminders didn’t work for shit. I needed to talk to Jess, wanted her to burst my bubble and bring me back to planet Earth. I’d texted with her a bunch of times since I’d gotten to LA, but had never divulged what was happening with Flynn. I planned to but I wanted to do it face to face. That left me in la-la land with no anchor in the real world. What was happening with Flynn couldn’t be real. When we got back to my hotel, Flynn came up to my room. I expected him to kiss me, but instead he asked if I wanted to watch a movie. It was so normal that I couldn’t refuse. I didn’t want him to leave, even though I was scared shitless.
