Picture Perfect

this case that he was famous and that it had worked in our favor.
    “Thanks for being so cool about this man. What’s your name?”
    “My names Jimmy. Thanks for making such great music! Your stuff has been getting me through law school for the last three years.”
    “It was nice to meet you Jimmy. I won’t forget how cool you just were. Thanks buddy.”
    Closing the door, he turned and looked at me. “We just dodged a serious bullet. Let’s get dressed and get the hell out of here before one of the guests figures out who I am and starts snapping pictures with their cell phones. Make sure you grab the camera.”
    I had no time to complain about the lack of time to shower. Instead, I hauled ass and pulled my clothes on lightning fast as Flynn did the same. The last thing I did was grab the camera and then he grabbed my hand and we ran to the car.
    We had twenty minutes to spare before he had to be back at the studio, so we took the extra time and went to get some burgers and fries. While we waited in the drive-thru line I did the best job that I could repairing my appearance, but it was pretty obvious what we’d spent our lunch break doing.
    When we got back to rehearsal space I ran to the bathroom and spent some more time cleaning myself up, and by the time that I was finished I felt more confident that it was slightly less obvious that I’d spent my lunch break flat on my back and full of Flynn.
    After practice when we went home, we looked at the pictures we’d taken in the hotel. They were unbelievably hot, but we both agreed that next time, we were going to use a flip camera to record the entire thing.

Chapter Thirty-Five

    We were snuggled together on the couch watching 'House Hunters' , laughing as we voiced our disagreements with the couple in the episode about which house they had chosen.
    “I mean seriously, the one they wound up with is shiteous,” I said. “They totally should have gone with the craftsman. Instead, they chose that old box that needed a shit ton of work. I hate when they catch up with the people on the episode at the end and like none of the work has been done that the house needs to be a home. I was hoping that maybe they had a plan that would make the house better, but instead, they seem to like the way it was. You know what I mean?”
    “I agree- the craftsman was the way to go. The wainscoting alone made the house number one in my book, but the size and beauty of that kitchen was unbelievable. I can’t believe they chose the house with the pepto pink bathroom. I also can’t believe that since they bought the house they painted the walls of the bathroom pink to match the tile and then they accented with purple towels! I’m diagnosing that couple as being colorblind. There is no way a person that could see color would have chosen that.”
    It wasn’t a surprise that we were house compatible. Really it was just one more indicator that we were the real deal. I couldn’t wait to create a home with her.
    “I’ve already talked to Dante about getting having Hart build the new house, and Spencer and Dominique are on board to design it. Since we both like craftsman style accents, we should incorporate that into the design. We both liked the tall wainscoting and I noticed that you went mad for that farm-style sink that was in the kitchen in the house they toured that we liked. I like that and I can see us in that type of kitchen. I’m thinking we’ve got a design style to go with. I like the location of this house but it’s up to you babe, we can move to a completely different neighborhood if that’s what you want. I would like to stay within twenty minutes of my dad and grandparents, but we should really discuss what your parents want to do long-term as well since they’ve already indicated that if you’re staying, they’re moving here. They should probably look at neighborhoods when they come out for the show. What do you think?”
    She looked like I’d just told her that I was going to put on a sex show on the front lawn. The silence was stretching too long for my liking so I prodded her for an answer. “Babe, thoughts?”
    Shifting nervously she said, “Uh, well, it’s early days yet Flynn. Who knows where we’ll be when the tour ends. You should decide where you want to live and design your house on your own.”
    I went from content to gutted in under five seconds. How in the hell were we not on the same page?
    Like dominoes, all of my worst fears started to