“Yes.” It’s my job. I’m anything but sure, but what harm could it do?

Keep reminding yourself of that, Emma. I’m sure I can tolerate hand-holding for a few minutes, even with him.

“Good.”

As the car draws up to a grand hotel, I’m not relishing what’s coming, and I’m trying not to over-analyze any of this. Before I know it, his driver is opening my door. I step out as Jake follows behind me. We immediately see the hovering photographers with long-lensed ...