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crosses his arms. "Oh really?....I'm guessing you have swimsuits on under those barely there outfits?"
    We both grin and I wink at him. "Of course, bikinis....what else?"
    He narrows his eyes and steps closer. "I don't want a bunch of college frat guys leering at you."
    "Yeah well, I don't want millions of women all over the world leering at you, but I don't get a say in that.", I give him one last defiant look and turn to leave towing Krista behind me.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 6
    Once we were back in the car and heading farther down the beach, Krista looked over at me and smirked. "You really know how to bait that boy, don't you?"
    I laughed and shrug. "It's going to take a lot for me to adjust to all this....madness. I mean, he can't even step outside of a building without being bombarded, how can we go on a date?"
    As she pulls into the parking lot she shrugs and looks over at me. "Order in, or make him have someone send in catering....he has four years of making up to do, sweetie.", she smiles and we both get out and head towards the more secluded part of the beach where there isn't a million people running around at.
    "That he does...", I sigh and take off my tank top and lay back on my towel. "But I kinda do to, ya know? That point of our lives....our marriage, was craziness. We thought him having a career in Hollywood was going to be this big amazing step and obviously, it was, because look where he is now....but it blew us apart in the process.", I frown and look over at  her. "What if we can't make it work? What if this can't be fixed?"
    "What if, what if, what if.", Krista says with a wave of her hand. "You never know until you try, right? Obviously, you can't be on the run from him forever, you had to of been meant to run into each other again here.", she adjusts her sunglasses and lays back.
    I bite my lip and close my eyes soaking in the sun for what feels like hours lost in my own thoughts until I hear a group of people walking by and hear the distinct clicking of cameras that causes me to bolt up.
    "Oh, come on!", I mutter and nudge Krista. "We gotta go, now!", I whisper and shove my shirt over my head in a hurry and start packing our towels into the tote bag we brought along.
    She leisurely sits up rubbing her eyes and frowns. "What? Why? We've only been here a little while...you can't be getting burnt already, Kate."
    I roll my eyes and pull her up. "That is why!", I point over my shoulder where some photographers are trying to be inconspicuous blending in with some large groups snapping away at every angle as we move around.
    "Oh my gosh, do you think I'll end up in a magazine?!", Krista beams at me and I roll my eyes.
    "Really?....Let's go!", I grab her arm and we run towards her car and quickly shove our things inside and start the drive out of the thickly crowded parking lot.
    "Ok....I see your point about the craziness.", Krista says and looks in the rearview mirror.
    "Yeah....", I sigh softly and look in the side mirror by my window. "I guess there's good reason celebrities have bodyguards and all that."
    "No kidding....and honey, I think you are officially in the "celebrity" category now.", she looks quickly at me and back at the road.
    Shaking my head, I bite my lip and steal another quick glance out the window. "But I'm not a celebrity; I'm just married to one."
    "I don't think that matters to them, sweetie....as far as their concerned you and anyone in your life are fair game. I think you’re going to have to ask Liam about a bodyguard, or the very least, a security detail of some kind.", she says as we pull back into our dorm parking lot.
    "Great.", I mutter and rub my hands over my face as we run inside. "What have I gotten myself into?", I ask softly.
    "A big mess....but one that your husband will be the center of as long as he's Hollywood's hot meat.", Krista smirks as she plops down on her bed.
    "No getting out of this one, huh?", I ask as I lean on the door.
    She