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“Hollis, over here!”
She turned away from the crowd of people with cameras.
“Vultures,” she muttered.
“It’s okay.” He squeezed her hand.
She lifted her head. “No, it’s not. You’ll be on all the entertainment news programs, magazines, websites. They’ll dig into your life.”
He shrugged. “I don’t care. You’re worth it.”
For a second, her chest was so tight she couldn’t breathe. She’d never been worth it to anyone before. “I love you.”
The corner of his lips lifted. “I know.”
She turned to the crowd and squared her shoulders. “I’ll issue a press release soon through my agent, Tavion Hall. Fornow, I just want to get home with the man I love, who saved my life, so he can rest.”
There was a wild explosion of more shouts and questions.
Hollis turned away from them. Let them chew on that. She wasn’t giving them anything else.
A car horn honked. Then someone laid on the horn and the crowd shifted. An X6 pulled to a stop in front of them.
Vander got out, circled around, and opened the back door for them.
“That’s Vander Norcross,” someone in the crowd said.
There were more excited whispers. Vander ignored them all.
Hollis climbed in, and Sawyer sat beside her. A heartbeat later, Vander slid into the driver’s seat, and they were off.
“How many stitches?” Vander asked.
“Only seven,” Sawyer replied.
Vander made a sound. “I got twenty once.”
Sawyer snorted. “That’s nothing. I got thirty-three.”
Vander nodded. “I remember that. You didn’t move fast enough.”
Hollis rolled her eyes. “This is not a competition.”
Sawyer grinned, and he looked younger and more relaxed than he had in a long time.
This amazing man loved her. That left her feeling giddy.
“I found out how Reuben found you guys. A damn baggage handler at the private terminal at the airport spotted Hollis when you guys landed. He posted a pic on social media.”
She grimaced. “Welcome to my life.”
Sawyer eyed Vander. “Something tells me that baggage handler doesn’t have a job anymore.”
“No, he does not,” Vander said.
Vander drove them to the Norcross Security office. The lights on the main level were off, but on the top floor, she saw that some lights were on.
“I live above the office,” Vander told her. “You’ll stay with us for the night, or what’s left of it.”