Page 18 of Polly

“Relax. We’ll play it by ear,” he said.

Flynn’s phone chimed, and he pulled it from his pocket. A text from his manager.

“How do you feel about heading out early? My manager wants an interview done at a radio station before the ceremony,” he said.

“That’s fine with me. You can get ready first if you want.”

“Okay, cool.”

He climbed out of bed, grabbed his tux, and disappeared into the bathroom. Quickly, Flynn showered, dressed in his tux which was complete with a bowtie, and ran his hands through his hair to spike it.

He walked out of the bathroom adjusting his cuffs. He smiled when he heard the tell-tale “click”. Flynn looked up and Polly sat on her bed holding her camera.

“You look great in a tux,” she said and snapped another picture.

He grinned at her and she snapped another.

“Thank you. I’ll model for you anytime,” he said. “Bathroom’s all yours.”

She set her camera on the bed and grabbed her duffle bag.

“Be right back.”

She disappeared into the bathroom. Flynn sat down at the room’s table and thumbed through social media on his phone.

He heard the shower and the blow dryer. Polly stepped out of the bathroom, her makeup on point and her hair styled into her stage look of space buns. He laughed when he saw her clothing. She wore dark jeans and a nice blue blouse, complete with matching sapphire earrings and necklace.

“You weren’t lying about the jeans.”

She smiled. “I was not. I told you multiple times.”

She walked over and set her duffle bag on her bed.

“Now I feel overdressed.”

“I told you.”

Flynn smirked. “You did. Okay, picture time.”

“What?” She laughed.

“As a pair, we look ridiculous. Let’s get a picture so we have this memory for later. I’ll change before we leave so I match the psychopath I’m escorting. You’ll be the only one to see this, and I know you’ll want a picture. Now’s your chance, picture lady.”

“Really?”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Polly.”

“Okay, okay.”

Polly grabbed her camera off the bed and set up the timer. She set it on the table and looked through the lens to make sure the angle was right, then she scurried into place.

“Right here,” she said.

Flynn swooped in, grinned at the camera, and tucked an arm around Polly. Her vanilla scent filled his nose, bringing images of warmth and comfort to him. The flash went off, the camera taking their picture, and he blinked as he pulled back.

“Okay, I just need a sec then we can go,” he said.

“I’m ready when you are.”

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