SIX
Thanksgiving landed exactly three weeks after she stepped off the Zee-Jet. As usual, her family was crazy. Their consistency was a comfort. Without knowing it, they offered some distraction from lingering thoughts of him. Christmas was about the same. The holidays kept her busy.
Almost eight weeks had passed since she’d seen or had direct contact with Zairn. Not that she was counting the days or anything. Gradually, time was doing its work. Reporters didn’t crowd outside her building anymore. Sometimes a fan might be out there, and people recognized her on the street once in a while. Hence her continued avoidance of crowds.
Ditching security altogether wasn’t an option. Trevor told her that all the time… He wasn’t as good as Ballard. Giving security the slip was easier after they st
