"What about the press?" I ask Dante.
"We'll face together. We might have to deal with some rumors after word gets out that I've dropped Cataclysm: Aftermath. But we'll manage. Maybe I can arrange for us to take an extended trip to Bali."
I laugh and wipe away a tear. "You know I can't leave my bakery for that long."
"Then we'll figure out something else. But we'll do it together." He sobers a little. "I want you to tell me if you get any more harassing messages."
"Only if you promise to tell me what's going on with your work." I look down at my hands on his chest. "I'm not trying to pry, I just..."
"I know." He tilts my face back up toward his. "We have a lot to share. A lot to keep discovering about each other." He twirls a loose strand of my hair around his finger, still looking far too serious. "You'll still have reporters and paparazzi poking around for a while, I'm afraid. I'm hoping that if I stay away from any high-profile projects, we might get a little privacy, but you ne
