This is just after Emily's first encounter with the paparazzi. It's also her first encounter with Rob's family and his staff, when she meets his brother, Rick for the first time.
Emily sank into the seat and
turned to face front, startled when she noticed for the first time
that someone sat across from her and Rob. It was the man from the
club entrance. Somehow, that seemed wrong. She looked at Rob for an
explanation – by now she realized that she could silently
communicate with him, her face was apparently so readable. He smiled
his lovely, dimpled grin.
“Emily, this is Rick Deacon. My
bodyguard and my older brother.”
Rick said hello, smiled at her
and stuck out his hand for her to shake. She took it and just stared
at him, idly pumping his hand. While there was a vague resemblance
between them, if Rob hadn't said Rick was his brother, she would
never have guessed. The man was huge like a pro wrestler, with
bulging muscles and an imposing presence. Brown eyes observed her
instead of Rob's potent blue and the hair was shorter and lighter in
color. One thing he shared with his brother was the dimpled, naughty
grin. Rick's smile widened.
“She's a talkative one, Rob.”
Emily
shook her head. “I'm sorry. I'm just...I'm still a little stunned
by all that back there. What the hell was
that?” She looked at Rob for an answer.
“That
was the paparazzi.”
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