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better things to do than hang around with you lot." He aimed a punch at Brad's shoulder. "Don't stay here too long."
    "Yeah, yeah," they grumbled at him. Julian signaled the waitress, and Seth walked outside.
    To be accosted by the fucking paparazzo again. He lifted a hand to shove the camera away, but caught himself and forced a grin. Better to look easygoing and boring than boorish and offer ammunition. He waved down a cab and a moment later left the shutterbug behind.

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    "Why don't you just use the kiosk?" Seth nudged Julian toward the self-service check-in for their airline, but Julian shook him off.
    "How can I flirt with the attendant if it's a screen? Hello, luv. How are you today?" he said to the eleven-ish girl in line in front of him. She blushed and half hid behind the older man she was with, probably her father, to look at them. The man scowled at Julian, who held out a hand. "Nice to meet you. Julian Manchester, Blue Silver."
    The man's face cleared and he nodded.
    "Right. Going to St. Thomas, then? So am I. My best mate is getting married." He motioned to Seth, who shook his head and ducked around the kiosk to scan his e-ticket. Julian chattered on with the people in line, enjoying himself as always, but Seth went on ahead through security and found a seat around the corner from their gate, mostly out of sight. He wasn't courting any kind of publicity on this trip, he didn't care how vital it was to be visible pre-release. Pete could deal with Cassie if he had a complaint.
    Julian showed up right before the call to board first class came.
    "Good timing, that," he said jovially.
    Seth scowled and strode to the attendant. Her smile faded when she saw his face, and her "enjoy your flight" came out much softer than it had for the people ahead of him. Once on board he shoved his bag under the seat and stared out the tiny window. A moment later Julian dropped beside him.
    "What's got your knickers in a twist, mate?"
    Seth didn't answer. He felt like he had back in the day, when he was at the end of a high and before he could start the next one. Except instead of being aggravated by every little thing around him, he was only aggravated by Julian.
    Julian shrugged and turned to the woman across the aisle. "You look like you're already in the islands." He spent a good five minutes talking fashion with her, until the flight attendant stopped at their row.
    "Good morning," the man said, bending toward them and keeping his voice low.
    "Mornin'!" Julian grinned. Seth gave a grudging nod.
    "We wanted to let you know that our first class passengers are very important to us. I'm sorry we weren't alerted you would be on board, normally we have special boarding procedures for passengers of your status. Our intention is to keep coach passengers out of this section--"
    Seth felt a little burst of panic. The last thing he wanted was media attention because they'd caused a riot on board. He'd rather sign a couple of autographs than have their fans throw hissies and draw more attention to them.
    "It's no trouble," he told the man, but he only grew more earnest.
    "We want to ensure this flight is a positive experience. Please let us know if anyone bothers you, or if you are in need of anything at all."
    "Anything?" Julian winked. "That's a mighty broad offer."
    The man blinked. "Pardon?"
    "What's your name?"
    "Edward, sir."
    "Well, Edward, are there restrictions on what 'anything' can be?" Julian waggled his eyebrows. Edward blushed, which would have been funny if Seth was in a mood to be amused. He'd swear the man was straight.
    "Of course there are, sir." Edward glanced over his shoulder, then said, even more softly, "Mile-high clubbing is most definitely frowned upon." He winked back at Julian and straightened. Jules roared with laughter.
    Seth kept his reaction to an eye roll and pulled the magazine out of the pocket on the seat back. Next to him, Julian thanked Edward for his hospitality and closed his eyes, folding his