Nolan POV
“Nolan!” Tara calls, waving. I nod to acknowledge her, but I don’t wave back. I can tell she’s unhappy with my lack of response, but it doesn’t stop her from throwing her arms around me and hugging me tightly when she reaches me.
She’s not the woman I want in my arms and the thought has me stiffening as Tara tries to curl in even closer. I put my hands on her hips to push her away, and a few flashes from somewhere catch my attention. I wish those damned media groups would leave me alone and give me at least one day of peace.
It doesn’t help that most of the time when they photograph me, Tara is here. It makes our relationship look to be more than it is.
It’s more gossip fuel for the masses.
“How was your vacation?” I ask when I finally disconnect her from my body. The ad
