Chapter 25

Since he’d been staying with me, we hadn’t seen much of them. And I was good about losing any tails we picked up. But since the show had finished filming the last episode and went on a six week hiatus, things had wound down. Miranda and I were no longer serving as security consultants on set, and most of the cast and crew had cleared out. From what I could tell, most of the paparazzi had, too. But with several of the cast members and production staff making their home in Seattle, the paparazzi never disappeared completely. Which is why Brandon still wore the hat, even though both of us felt certain we wouldn’t run into anyone at six o’clock on a Sunday morning at the grocery store.

“Will you make enchiladas again?” Brandon asked, tilting his face so he could blink his eyes at me. He knew how appealing I found that.

I scowled even though I didn’t mean it. “We just had them the other day. You want them again so soon?”

Brandon shrugged. “You could make them later in the week.”