50: PAPARAZZI

MEREDITH'S POV

Trees and deserted roads whisked by as the limousine drove us to the McTavish mansion. I was nervous to say the least and neither Blake nor Max uttered a peep for the forty-five minutes it took us to arrive at the house.

My first glimpse of the estate came into view as the limo crested the hill of a sloping road. I wasn't prepared for what would happen next.

A horde of people stood by, barring the view of the gated walls.

"For fuck's sake. What's this?" Max finally spoke. He grabbed his cell phone and made a call. "Hello, Arnold, it's Maximilian. I've arrived, and the limo is being blocked off by a sea of paparazzi. What are they doing here?"

I didn't know the phone was on speaker until I heard the heavy bass of Arnold's voice coming through the phone. "Mr. Max, I'm afraid they are waiting for you. Word got out that you are seeing someone new, so they're here to get a glimpse of your lady friend."

Shit! All of this for me? I wasn't one for the limelight. The limo bum