shirt?”
“Can you sign my suitcase?”
Charlotte gradually got pushed to the side and she finally stepped cleanly away to keep watch for their bags. A woman sidled up beside her and looked sympathetic. “It must be hard to share him with the public,” she said quietly.
“It’s not so bad.” Charlotte replied with a smile. “He does love his fans, and he’s always so patient with the crowds. He stayed for half an hour in Vegas to sign autographs a week ago, when we were just walking up the Strip.”
“You seem quite smitten, dear.”
Charlotte rolled her eyes on the inside. At least her acting skills were getting a run today. “Of course. Who wouldn’t love Jack Fawkner? Have you heard his new music? It’s amazing,” she gushed.
You owe me big time, Jack.
“I haven’t heard it. I think it’s really for the young ones who follow him.”
“Oh, no, not at all. Get yourself a copy of the new album when you get home—you’ll love it, I promise. Just ignore the cover art, or you’ll be scared to death!”
The woman laughed. “Can I quote you on that?”
Charlotte finally caught sight of her bag coming through the flaps of the conveyor belt and smiled at the woman as she stepped away. It wasn’t heavy, so she stepped forward, ready to grab it when it got close. She stood, wondering how long Jack’s bag would be, when she heard him excusing himself behind her. His arms reached around her and grabbed her bag before she even had a chance to reach for it.
She looked up at him as he smiled at her and put her bag on the floor. “You didn’t think I’d leave you to get the luggage, did you?”
“I thought you looked busy back there.”
“I was keeping one eye on the conveyor and one eye on you.”
“Well, those fans will be surprised when they see the photos of you all cross-eyed, then.”
He laughed and put his arm around her as they waited for his bag. She snuggled in, making sure that anyone standing nearby would know they were together. It was best to get this done for the press as early as possible, since they were due to announce their engagement when they came home from this trip. Finally, his bag appeared, he scooped it up, and they headed for the immigration line.
After a few more selfies with fans, they were approached by an airport official, who led them to a separate line, and they were whisked straight through the process. When they exited the doors and headed toward their waiting car, the predicted paparazzi descended on them, shouting questions and snapping photographs. Jack held tight to Charlotte’s hand as he smiled and answered their questions.
As the driver loaded their suitcases into the boot of the car, Jack turned around and wrapped his arm around Charlotte again. “I’d like to introduce you all to my girlfriend, Charlotte Shipton. Thanks for all your questions today. We’ll be spending a quiet week in Paris; I hope not to see any of you lurking around corners.” He smiled and the assembled group laughed as he opened the car door for her. After she slipped into the back seat and the door slammed shut, she let out an exhausted sigh.
They were finally in Paris!
***
When the door opened to their hotel suite, Charlotte let out a little gasp and rushed to the window. Their room looked out over the Eiffel Tower, and they had a perfect view of the surrounding fountains and gardens. She turned to look at Jack as he tipped the porter and closed the door behind him. “This is beautiful. Thank you so much, Jack. I didn’t expect you to book somewhere so nice.”
“It’s nothing. This is where I stay when I come to Paris.”
“You’ve been here before?”
“Yep—a couple of times, actually.” He joined her at the window. “Never with a woman on vacation, mind you. Only ever for work.”
“What a shame. You can play tourist with me, then.”
“I can. I’m reluctant to ask you this, since I remember your first night in Vegas, but did you have plans to
“Can you sign my suitcase?”
Charlotte gradually got pushed to the side and she finally stepped cleanly away to keep watch for their bags. A woman sidled up beside her and looked sympathetic. “It must be hard to share him with the public,” she said quietly.
“It’s not so bad.” Charlotte replied with a smile. “He does love his fans, and he’s always so patient with the crowds. He stayed for half an hour in Vegas to sign autographs a week ago, when we were just walking up the Strip.”
“You seem quite smitten, dear.”
Charlotte rolled her eyes on the inside. At least her acting skills were getting a run today. “Of course. Who wouldn’t love Jack Fawkner? Have you heard his new music? It’s amazing,” she gushed.
You owe me big time, Jack.
“I haven’t heard it. I think it’s really for the young ones who follow him.”
“Oh, no, not at all. Get yourself a copy of the new album when you get home—you’ll love it, I promise. Just ignore the cover art, or you’ll be scared to death!”
The woman laughed. “Can I quote you on that?”
Charlotte finally caught sight of her bag coming through the flaps of the conveyor belt and smiled at the woman as she stepped away. It wasn’t heavy, so she stepped forward, ready to grab it when it got close. She stood, wondering how long Jack’s bag would be, when she heard him excusing himself behind her. His arms reached around her and grabbed her bag before she even had a chance to reach for it.
She looked up at him as he smiled at her and put her bag on the floor. “You didn’t think I’d leave you to get the luggage, did you?”
“I thought you looked busy back there.”
“I was keeping one eye on the conveyor and one eye on you.”
“Well, those fans will be surprised when they see the photos of you all cross-eyed, then.”
He laughed and put his arm around her as they waited for his bag. She snuggled in, making sure that anyone standing nearby would know they were together. It was best to get this done for the press as early as possible, since they were due to announce their engagement when they came home from this trip. Finally, his bag appeared, he scooped it up, and they headed for the immigration line.
After a few more selfies with fans, they were approached by an airport official, who led them to a separate line, and they were whisked straight through the process. When they exited the doors and headed toward their waiting car, the predicted paparazzi descended on them, shouting questions and snapping photographs. Jack held tight to Charlotte’s hand as he smiled and answered their questions.
As the driver loaded their suitcases into the boot of the car, Jack turned around and wrapped his arm around Charlotte again. “I’d like to introduce you all to my girlfriend, Charlotte Shipton. Thanks for all your questions today. We’ll be spending a quiet week in Paris; I hope not to see any of you lurking around corners.” He smiled and the assembled group laughed as he opened the car door for her. After she slipped into the back seat and the door slammed shut, she let out an exhausted sigh.
They were finally in Paris!
***
When the door opened to their hotel suite, Charlotte let out a little gasp and rushed to the window. Their room looked out over the Eiffel Tower, and they had a perfect view of the surrounding fountains and gardens. She turned to look at Jack as he tipped the porter and closed the door behind him. “This is beautiful. Thank you so much, Jack. I didn’t expect you to book somewhere so nice.”
“It’s nothing. This is where I stay when I come to Paris.”
“You’ve been here before?”
“Yep—a couple of times, actually.” He joined her at the window. “Never with a woman on vacation, mind you. Only ever for work.”
“What a shame. You can play tourist with me, then.”
“I can. I’m reluctant to ask you this, since I remember your first night in Vegas, but did you have plans to
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