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Harlow cast a quick glance out the rearview window. A man with a long lens camera took a picture of the back of their car.

“What is that man doing?” their driver asked.

“Taking a picture of your license plate so he can track your vehicle.”

“Why would someone want to track my vehicle?”

“To get to me.”

Their driver shook his head and made an unhappy sound. “Who are you, lady?”

“Harlow Wynn.”

“Never heard the name. Are you supposed to be someone famous?”

“You could say that.” Harlow leaned her head back and closed her eyes. “I’m sorry to have to put all of you through what just happened. I had no idea it would get so far out of control.”

“I can promise you one thing,” her father said. “From now on, whenever we’re going out in public, we’ll have an emergency escape route planned out.”

Thankfully, the drive to the dock, the ferry ride back to the island and carriage trip home was uneventful. Harlow knew it would most likely be the last time the trio traveled incognito.

Now that fans and news outlets had discovered where she was hiding out, it was only a matter of days…maybe even hours…before the media, reporters and fans followed her to Mackinac Island and set up camp outside Wynn Harbor Inn.

Chapter 12

“The good news is we made it home in one piece.” Harlow leaned back in the rocking chair, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. “Although something tells me reporters and fans are already lining up to buy tickets to the island so they can hunt me down.”

“I have to admit, I was totally freaked out when they were pushing up against us, touching you like you were some sort of good luck charm.”

“And pulling my hair.”

Eryn’s eyes widened. “Someone pulled your hair?”

“Actually, I’m pretty sure they were collecting a few strands.”

Her best friend made a choking sound. “Why would they do that?”

“Your guess is as good as mine. I doubt they would make much trying to sell them.”

“It was the craziest mess I’ve ever seen in my life,” David muttered. “I kept thinking at any moment they were going to drag you off.”

“The thought had…has crossed my mind,” Harlow admitted.

“I always wondered how bad things got when you told me your bodyguards went almost everywhere with you,” Eryn said.

“Two, sometimes three. To be honest, I didn’t think it would be as big of an issue up here. Clearly, I was wrong.” Harlow thought about her friend and bodyguard, Vic Stern. She hadn’t heard a peep from him since her accident.

“We can hire a couple of bodyguards if you want,” David said. “I’ll clean out one of the other cottages and they can stay there.”

“Thank you for the offer. Let’s keep it as a backup plan.”

Her father glanced at his watch. “I’m heading up front to wait for my weekly grocery delivery.”

“You have groceries delivered here?” Harlow asked.

“Every Tuesday at three o’clock.” Her father went inside, returning moments later, pulling a camo-colored wagon behind him.

Mort, who had been napping near the front porch steps, scrambled to his feet.

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