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“I’ll take that as a no, then,” Adalyn said, flipping channels.
“Sorry.” I put my phone down. “I’m heading out. Watch whatever you’d like.”
Rhett:TBH, I could go for another slice of that pizza right now.
Adalyn narrowed her eyes. “Where are you going?”
“To grab pizza. You want a slice?”
I lost her interest when the TV stole it again. “No, thanks.”
Me:I’ll go get some for us. What kind do you want?
I grabbed my purse and slipped on my Converse. When I let myself into the hall, my phone buzzed again.
Rhett:You aren’t going without me. I’ll see you on the sidewalk in five. Wear your walking shoes.
Walking? Not the car service? I hesitated. It couldn’t be a good idea to go out the main entrance with him, but he knew better than I did.
I went down to the lobby and outside. The heat hit me like a wall. I wasn’t used to humidity of any sort, and I was not a fan. I fished an elastic out of my purse and scraped my hair into a high ponytail, smoothing it quickly with the small comb I kept with me at all times. When I turned around, Rhett was waiting for me. He had a T-shirt and shorts on, and a blue baseball hat was pulled low on his forehead, the bill bent and worn like he’d spent a lot of time folding it.
What was with men thinking a baseball hat would draw less attention to them or hide their identity? Baseball hats like that made the jawline more pronounced. It added to his hotness by at least 20 percent. Surely that would only bringmoreattention to him.
“What? You don’t like my hat?” he asked, a grin splitting his face.
“It’s fine, but if you think it’s going to keep people from recognizing you—”
“It’s pretty foolproof, actually. Especially when I have this.” He pulled a fuzzy little brown caterpillar from his pocket, took the adhesive off the back, and stuck it above his top lip.
It was a fake mustache. I wasn’t gonna lie; it was doing it for me. Thank you, Miles Teller, for bringing the mustache back in style and making it look good again.
But Rhett did pull it off better than Miles. I wondered if he would ever consider an Air Force movie...
He put his arms out, palms up. “Is it working?”
“It’s surprisingly perfect. Where’s Chad? Or is it Jax again tonight?”
He shot me a bit of side-eye and started down the sidewalk. I fell into step beside him. “You know, I don’t goeverywherewith them.”
“Well, maybe you should. You know, for safety’s sake.”
He smiled at me. “I’m not a prince or royalty or the president. My safety isn’t in jeopardy.”
“Then what’s the point of the bodyguards?”
“To keep people away, mostly.” He pointed at his stache. “But this little baby will do that for me tonight.”
If he thought it was a repellent, he couldn’t be farther from the truth.
“With that Goose stash, I doubt you’ll ever get mistaken for Rhett Myers.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Was that aTop Gunreference?”
“Indeed, it was.”
“You just went up about ten points in my book.”
“Ten whole points? It should be a fairly low-key achievement that I’ve seen one of the most iconic movies of American cinema.”
