Falling for a John
I can't help but groan.
"Mom."
"What?" She retorts. "You probably don't have any photos together in public. I just thought it would be nice—"
"I love it," Lennox interrupts her.
"You do?" My mouth hangs open, the sound of my pounding heartbeat still echoing in my ears.
Lennox gently turns the wooden-framed photograph in my direction, its origins evident from the small watermark in the corner, indicating it was taken from a celebrity news site. The image captures a moment at LOVE Park, where I stand with my arms crossed, accompanied by Lennox, who serves as my loyal bodyguard. A wire from his earpiece dangles casually, a reminder of his constant vigilance.
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