Chapter 8

“Good morning,” Rafi called, but before he could finish the words, Julian’s face brightened and he threw himself into Rafi’s arms. “What,” Rafi began, but Julian kissed his cheek and whispered, “Photographers.”

Fat lot of good the bodyguard was doing, then! “I’ll run them off,” Rafi said, scowling and scanning the nearby rocks. Had that been a glint of sunlight off a camera?

“No, I told them to be here.” Julian’s expression of delight, wholly unmatched by his voice, had not wavered as he pulled back and ran his hands down Rafi’s shoulders. “Anonymously, of course. We need PDA photos, that’s a very important part of a story like this. Smile, will you? Imagine I’m someone you like.”

“You’re the actor, not me,” Rafi said, but made a valiant attempt at a smile. It was no effort at all to curl a hand around Julian’s slender hip. He ducked his head under the brim of the hat to kiss the tip of Julian’s nose, and heard a shutter click somewhere.