Rett

As Emma was adding finishing touches to her makeup, I leaned down and kissed her neck. Her stunning blue stare met mine in the lighted mirror. “I’m headed downstairs,” I said. “The people from the local station have arrived and there seem to be uninvited guests outside.”

“Uninvited?”

“National syndicates.”

“Oh,” she sighed, “this is...so much.”

Dressed in a fresh suit, pressed shirt, and tie, I ...