Page 91 of Love is a Harmony
Ben lifted a brow as he sat. “Tomorrow, there’ll be a rumor online that you and I are dating.”
Noah hated Stella being under media scrutiny, but he couldn’t hide her forever. “Yeah, and Stella will be called our love child.”
“What’s a love child?” Stella slid onto her seat and looked up at him.
Noah suppressed a laugh. “Just a child we love very much.”
A waiter appeared. To his credit, he didn’t look at them as anything other than normal diners. The man was probably used to dealing with celebrities.
“Can I start you with something to drink?”
Noah pursed his lips as he looked at the menu. He’d never had to try to find something a kid would eat before. “Do you have juice?”
“Juice?” The man’s brows drew together.
“Yes, and a children’s menu?”
“Sir, this is the Rooftop.”
He should have remembered the type of food they served. Delicious, but fancy. “So, no chicken fingers or mac and cheese?”
“We have truffle macaroni with pesto and mushrooms.”
“Gross.” Stella looked like she wanted to puke.
Noah sighed. “Tell the chef to make something a kid will eat. I’ll have the truffle macaroni with chicken added in.”
Ben ordered, and the waiter took their menus.
Another flash went off.
Ben turned in his seat, trying to get a view of the photographer. “Isn’t this place supposed to have better security?”
Flash.
“Hey,” someone yelled.
Noah watched as two security personnel rushed across the restaurant to apprehend a man and woman crouching behind one of the hedges. They confiscated the man’s camera, but the woman evaded them, sprinting across the restaurant.
Diners stood from their seats, trying to figure out what was happening.
But Noah already knew. “We have to get Stella out of here.” He was used to paparazzi following everywhere he went, but she wasn’t.
Ben stood to cut off the woman’s path.
“Noah Clarke,” she yelled.
“You need to leave.” Ben blocked her, but he didn’t put hands on her, knowing what kind of picture that would cause to go viral. It was a balancing act, evading the media and resisting the urge to punch them.
Security surrounded her, and Ben stepped back, letting them do their jobs.
“Noah Clarke.” Her voice was louder this time. “Do you have any comment about the reports you married in a secret ceremony in France?”
Noah froze, his heart the only muscle still moving.
The woman stopped struggling against security. “I’ll take your silence as confirmation.”
“How did you find out?” There was no use denying a truth she could unravel with some careful digging.
