Page 96 of When Ivy Met Mr. Holiday
The rest of the car ride was us goofily grinning at each other and Ivy belting out her favorite country tunes along with the radio.
My biggest concern was keeping us safe. Unfortunately, too many in the media didn’t care about what traffic laws they were breaking.
“Once we get to the airport, I’ve arranged for valet parking and a porter to take our luggage. I’ve already checked us in. We just need to get to security.”
Ivy nodded. “I’m just glad these vultures can’t follow us through security. Are you sure they don’t know where we’re going?”
“One can never be one hundred percent sure, but even if they do manage to find out we’re in Anguilla, the private villa we’re staying at offers concierge services to keep the paparazzi at bay.”
It was exactly why I’d chosen it.
“So fancy.” Ivy grinned.
I breathed a sigh of relief when we entered the airport and the security there made it difficult for the media to park in the drop-off zone.
A valet opened Ivy’s door, but she waited for me to comearound before she exited.
Several cars drove slowly past, getting their last shots in and shouting questions. We ignored them and hustled into the airport hand in hand, our sights set on security. That was until . . . we heard the dulcet tones of Sienna yelling.
“I’m going to sue you all for libel!”
Unable to help ourselves, we turned around to find Sienna, with none other than Callan by her side, doing his best to hurry her along. But she was clearly unhappy about the headlines that had popped up in the last twenty-four hours. They painted her almost as a perpetrator. She’d lost all control of the narrative, and she hated that more than anything. Well . . . almost anything.
Even from a distance, I could see her nostrils flaring as she glared at Ivy and me. The pure rage rolling off her had me instinctively stepping in front of Ivy to shield her, just in case she charged.
Thankfully, Callan had better sense than Sienna and wrapped an arm around her, keeping her steady.
That didn’t stop her from screaming, “I hate you!”
“I can live with that.” I chuckled.
Ivy burst out laughing, and together we turned around as Sienna screamed profanities.
Ivy leaned into me. “Well, that was unexpected andfun.”
“She’s digging her own grave.”
Ivy smirked. “She’s going to need a big one to fit that huge, gaudy hat she’s wearing.” She paused. “Okay, that was petty.”
“I think it was well-deserved. But let’s forget about her.”
Ivy stilled, her face paling. “You don’t think she’s following us again, do you?”
“If she’s on the same flight, we’ll be booking another one,” I assured her.
Ivy let out a sigh of relief. “Perfect. Now, let’s get on with our adventure.”
“You know, speaking of adventures.” I flashed her a grin. “You never gave me an answer about being my personal stylist.”
Ivy bit her lip, heat rising to her cheeks. “Doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about it. A lot.”
“And?” I was eager for her response.
“And . . . I think we should be married before we make a move like that.”
I jerked my head in her direction. “Are you saying you want to get married? I can make that happen. Like right now.”
“Jack.” She nudged me.
