As Alison stepped down the stairs of her apartment, she nearly tripped over her own feet, distracted by the million thoughts racing through her head. She muttered a curse under her breath, shaking off the clumsy start to what was already shaping up to be an emotionally exhausting day. But as she rounded the final corner of the stairwell, something caught her eye near the building’s entrance.
A group of people—at least three of them—were lurking suspiciously close to her building. They were huddled together like some secret club, and the way one of them kept fiddling with his camera lens made her heart drop into her stomach.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” she groaned.
Reporters.
It had been a blessed few days since the paparazzi had left her and Noah alone. Maybe they’d found a new
