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I re it over my shoulder, and readied ry bees, fighting ast themselves for better position to take pictures Mike finally handed Ryan hisand then asked the crowd to back up

I felt so helpless These ‘people’ for lack of a better terrabbed the back of Ryan’s jacket, fearing I et left behind in the lanced back atI tried not to look at the photographers, even though I knew rabbed my hand and we hurried into the terminal Mike was by his side; Ryan had me in tow Airport security had us surrounded now

Never inon a plane been so frightening!

"Ryan! So is it official? Are you and Ms Mitchell an exclusive item?" some paparazzo asked Ryan didn’t answer

"Is it true that you and Taryn are living together?" another photographer asked while running along side of us

Ryan still didn’t answer He had that familiar look on his face; the one he hen he was sick of all this shit but tried to look indifferent

"Coh," Mike said to the paparazzi alking backwards, taking our picture and fil us

"Mr Christensen, this way," an airport security officer called out We followed hiet in line to go through the airport security scanners We were ushered to a s passes to the waiting TS a agent who verified that we had seats on an outbound flight

"Go first, Honey," Ryan whispered and nudged round lanced briefly over his shoulder and noticed that the paparazzi were fil our coats and shoes Fortunately Mike was blocking theray plastic tray and tossed my coat and shoes into the bin I pushed my backpack and small suitcase down the rollers until it met the rubber belt that fed into the scanner Ryan was still checking his pockets for loose change I smiled at him; he always had random amounts of money stuffed in his pockets

I waited for Ryan and Mike to clear through the metal detector Airport security escorted us, and instead of leading us towards the gate, ere ushered through a plain white security door

"Where are we going?" I whispered to Ryan