It didn’t even register that it was a camera flash. I’d thought it was the sunlight hitting me strong, or maybe a heavy-duty flashlight someone was shining in broad daylight. But then a guy stepped out from behind a tree, snapping away. “What the fuck?” I roared, throwing an arm across my face, turning back to head inside. I hadn’t had a lot of experience with paparazzi—that was my rockstar brother Ash’s cross to bear—but I’d had a little. You didn’t get away with being billionaire Richard Kavanaugh’s son without getting hounded by cameras from time to time. In my experience, it had always been at exactly the wrong time. Like when my mother had had her breakdown. That was the first time I remembered guys popping out of alleyways with cameras, when my mother and the rest of her Upper East Side clique had discovered my father had had an out-of-wedlock lovechild. She’d taken to wearing large dark Jackie O sunglasses even around the house and started jumping with fright anytime anyone entered a room.
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