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  Dad grunts out a laugh. “Why am I not surprised? Don’t forget, she’s been through this once before, unfortunately, and probably has a better grip on how to handle it than you do.”

  “Once was more than enough.”

  “Indeed, but it’s happening, and she’s handling it. That’s what matters.”

  “She and Liza have convinced me that if we do one interview, with Carolyn Justice, it’ll help the situation.”

  “You don’t think it will?”

  “I’m afraid that somehow it’ll make everything worse.”

  “I know you like to be the one calling the shots, Flynn. But in this case, I’m afraid you’re going to have to follow Natalie’s lead. She knows what she can handle and what she can’t. If she’s intent on doing the interview, let her. It might help her to put the story in her own words rather than letting everyone else tell it for her.”

  I hadn’t thought of it that way before. “What if it makes things worse?”

  “How could it make things worse? What are you truly afraid of?”

  “Her being hurt again in some way that I can’t predict ahead of time.”

  “You know what the most difficult part of fatherhood has been?”

  Taken aback by the change in direction, I say, “No, what?”

  “Not being able to protect my kids from any kind of pain or suffering. We all wish we had a crystal ball so we could see the future and steer the people we love clear of any trouble. But short of that, all we can do is the best we can and then be there for them when things don’t go according to plan.”

  “I’m not used to waiting for things to happen. I’m far more accustomed to making things happen.”

  “I know, son,” he says with a low chuckle. “And I also know how painful it has to be for you to take your cues from someone else. But let me ask you this—are you doing everything you can to make this right for her?”

  “Fuck, yes, I am.”

  “Are your lawyers all over it with the school that fired her and the guy who outed her?”

  “Yes,” I say through gritted teeth.

  “Then tell me what else you could be doing that you’re not doing?”

  “I could go to Lincoln and beat the living shit out of the guy who exposed her.”

  “Please, don’t do that. Don’t jeopardize yourself or her or your sterling reputation by doing something stupid that’ll only give you momentary reprieve and will definitely make everything worse than it already is.”

  He’s right. I know it, but that doesn’t mean I like it.

  “Flynn? Tell me you’re listening to me and won’t do anything stupid.”

  “I won’t.”

  “Natalie needs you to be strong for her, to guide her through her introduction to celebrity and managing everything that goes with it.”

  “I know. I’m trying.”

  “Remember it won’t always be this way. Something else will happen, and they’ll move on to the next big scandal.”

  “Any time now.”

  “I want you to keep in mind that as bad as this is, you’ve got her now, and she has you. That’s the only thing that really matters.”

  “Thanks, Dad. You said what I needed to hear.”

  “I was hoping you’d call. I didn’t want to bother you with everything you’re dealing with.”

  “It was either you or a shrink.”

  He roars with laughter. “I’m glad you chose me.”

  “So am I.”

  “We’ll see you soon?”

  “Yeah, you will.”

  “Hang in there, son. We love you guys, and we’re here if you need us.”

  “Thanks. Love you, too.”

  I end the call feeling much calmer than I was before I reached out to him. He’s talked me through many a rough patch in my life, and was my rock as I navigated the perilous path into acting and producing. He’s always the voice of reason, and I needed that today.

  Now I just have to put his advice into practice and take my cues from Natalie. I can do that. At least I can try.

  It’s amazing how quickly things happen when the biggest movie star in the world is involved. Carolyn Justice flew from New York to LA on a red-eye, and the interview is set to take place at the Quantum office at noon. I’m wearing my trusty black dress. My hair is long and curly, and because I’m tanned from the long days in the sun, I’ve gone with only mascara and lip gloss.

  Hopefully I won’t look like a country bumpkin on national TV.

  Flynn is wearing a slate-colored suit with a white shirt and no tie. He, too, is tanned and looks fantastic, but then again he always does. He’s been quiet and withdrawn since we made our decisions yesterday, and I’m hoping he’ll be back to normal once we put this behind us.

  When we arrive at the Quantum building, I finally meet Liza, who’s younger than I expect her to be. She’s petite with short glossy black hair, a killer power suit and teeters on four-inch heels. Despite her sharp, professional appearance, she’s warm and funny, and I like her immediately.

  Flynn introduces us, and she hugs me. “I’m so happy to meet you, Natalie.”

  “Thanks for your help with all this.”

  “It’s my pleasure—and my job. Working for this guy is not exactly a hardship.”

  I hook my arm through Flynn’s. “He is pretty great.”

  “I couldn’t agree more. And I want you to know, I think you’re doing the right thing today, and you’ve chosen the perfect person to talk to.”

  “Flynn chose her.” We talk about him like he’s not standing right next to me vibrating from the tension that has gripped him since I insisted on doing the interview.

  “He chose well.”

  Flynn’s sister Ellie, who works for Quantum, comes to say hello, greeting me with a hug like we’re old friends. “This shit sucks,” she says bluntly.

  “Yeah, it does, but hopefully this will help.”

  “Our whole family is behind you, Natalie. I hope you know that.”

  “Thank you so much.” Her sweetness nearly reduces me to tears. It’s been so long since I’ve had a family behind me, and the Godfreys are one hell of a family to have on my side.

  Carolyn swoops into the conference room at the stroke of noon with a team of producers, camera people, hair-and-makeup staff and an entire entourage of others who stand around talking on phones, barking out orders and generally trying to look important. The woman herself is a blonde with warm blue eyes that save her from being unapproachable. She’s known for being a master interviewer who always asks the right questions and can make even the sturdiest of men break down into tears with probing inquiries about the most personal of matters.

  One of the crewmembers outfits us with clip-on microphones. Flynn pushes the guy’s hand aside and takes care of clipping mine onto my dress. The possessive action nearly makes me giggle, but he’s not in the mood for silliness.

  When the mikes are in place, Carolyn comes over to us and hugs Flynn. “So great to see you again.”

  “You, too, Carolyn. Thanks for doing this.”

  “Thank you. This is the interview of the year. Everyone wanted it. I’m so incredibly honored you chose me.”

  “I chose you because you’ve been fair to me in the past. I hope you’ll do the same for Natalie.” He’s friendly and charming as always, but he puts her on notice nonetheless.

  “Of course.” She turns to me and extends her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Natalie.”

  “Likewise.” I’m totally starstruck. I’ve watched Carolyn Justice’s daily talk show since college. “I’m a big fan.”

  “Thank you so much! That’s so nice to hear. Before we begin, is there anything completely off-limits?”

  I glance at Flynn. The pulsing muscle in his cheek tells me he’s tightly wound and apt to get more so in the next hour.

  “Nothing is off-limits, but I won’t speak in detail about the assault.”

  “I understand, and I’d never ask you to.”


  I reach for Flynn’s injured hand and hold it between both of mine as we’re directed toward chairs under the bright lights Carolyn’s people have set up. The wires and cords on the floor remind me of the day we met, a thought I share with Flynn.

  His lips curl up into a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. I want to get this over with for his sake as much as mine.

  When we’re seated across from Carolyn, I continue to hold his hand, needing his comfort as much as I want to offer mine to him.

  Carolyn has an intro prepared in which she summarizes the events of the last week and introduces us, making note that this exclusive interview is the only one Flynn and I plan to give.

  “I want to start by asking you, Natalie, how your life has changed since you met Flynn.”

  The question takes me by surprise because I’d think the changes to my life would be rather obvious. I glance at Flynn, who’s staring straight ahead, his face expressionless.

  “My life has changed completely,” I tell her. “With a few exceptions, it’s changed for the better. I feel extremely fortunate to have met Flynn, to be part of his life and to have him in mine.”

  He gives my hand a gentle squeeze.

  “We’re all very curious as to how you two met. Care to share that story?”

  We exchange glances, and he nods for me to go ahead. I relay the story of Fluff escaping from me in Greenwich Village and how I chased her right into Flynn’s shoot. “I smashed into him and ended up on the ground with the wind knocked out of me while Fluff took a bite out of Flynn.”

  “The dog bit you?”

  “Yep.” He lifts his arm where the marks have faded but remain visible. “The old girl’s still got game at fourteen.”

  “And with only about ten teeth left in her cute little head,” I add.

  Carolyn loses it laughing. “So what did you think when you realized your dog had bitten Flynn Godfrey?”

  “She was afraid I’d sue her and Fluff for all their worldly goods,” Flynn says with the trademark humor I’ve come to expect from him. It’s good to have that back after living with tense, stressed-out Flynn.

  “Which doesn’t amount to much,” I add. “Of course I was mortified. Fluff has never bitten anyone, and she makes her debut with Flynn Godfrey?”

  “The whole thing was pretty funny,” Flynn says.

  “I have to ask how you go from her dog biting you to walking the red carpet together at the Golden Globes a week later.”

  Flynn glances at me. “I took one look at Natalie and knew I wanted her in my life.”

  Carolyn fans her face. “Whoa. I need a drink—and a cigarette.”

  We laugh at that.

  “You don’t smoke,” Flynn reminds her.

  “Today would be a good day to start! And you, Natalie… How do you go about dating someone like Flynn?”

  “Carefully,” I say, making them laugh.

  “She made me work for it.”

  “When did you know this could be something special?”

  The question is directed at me. “Flynn showed me who he really is several times in the first few days we were together. He’s hard not to like, especially when he brings out the Godfrey charm.”

  “I imagine that can be quite formidable.”

  “You know it.” By now I feel like I’m chatting with an old girlfriend, which is why Carolyn is so good at what she does and so well regarded in the business.

  “Can you describe for us what it was like to learn that your painful past had been made public after you appeared with Flynn at the Golden Globes?”

  I’m ready for this one, because Liza warned me to be prepared. “Naturally, it’s terribly painful to relive a time in my life I’d much sooner forget, but in some ways it’s been freeing, too. I no longer have to worry about someone finding out who I used to be. The whole world knows now, and shockingly, life has gone on.”

  “You did lose your job at the Emerson charter school in New York, though. Is that correct?”

  “Yes.” A spark of pain registers in my chest at the reminder of what’s been lost.

  “Do you have any recourse there?”

  “We’re looking at all our options,” Flynn says. “Up to and including litigation.”

  That’s the first I’ve heard of that possibility. I clear my throat. “The parents of my students have petitioned the school’s board of directors, asking them to reinstate me. We’re waiting to hear if the board will overturn the principal’s decision.”

  “If you’re offered your job back, would you take it?”

  “I’m… I’m not sure. It would depend on a number of factors.”

  “Can you talk about what recourse you have against the lawyer who sold your story to the media?”

  Flynn takes that one. “We’re hoping for everything from disbarment to criminal and civil charges. I won’t be satisfied until he suffers at least half as much as Natalie has.”

  “Even to those of us who were appalled by how your story came to be public, it’s been hard not to be moved by your courage and fortitude. Can you talk about the decisions you made in the aftermath of the assault? Is it true that your attacker threatened your family’s safety and livelihood?”

  “He did, but there really was no decision. I had—or I guess I still have—younger sisters. I was absolutely certain that if I didn’t pursue charges, he would turn his attention on them at some point. I couldn’t let that happen, so going to the police was the only thing I could do.”

  “I understand you’ve had no contact with your family since you made that decision?”

  “That’s correct. My father worked for the governor and chose his lifelong friend over his own kid.” Despite my matter-of-fact delivery, it still hurts, even all these years later, to think about my father dragging my mother out of the hospital and out of my life, leaving me traumatized, brutalized and alone.

  “And how old were you, Natalie?” Carolyn’s voice has softened, and her eyes are bright with unshed tears.

  “Fifteen.”

  “What did you do? How did you cope? Did you ever consider not bringing charges against Oren Stone? Wow, sorry that’s three questions.”

  I laugh at her befuddled expression. “I was lucky to be taken in by the family of one of the detectives who’d worked on my case. They were very good to me. I also relied on financial support from Stone’s detractors who wanted to help me bring him down. And I never once considered not bringing charges or not supporting the case against him. What he did to me… Well, no one should get away with that.”

  “I’m curious as to how your name became public. You were a minor, and usually the names of assault victims are kept out of the media.”

  “We believe that Stone’s team leaked my name, hoping I’d back down from testifying, and by the time of the trial, it was no longer a secret. I was also the daughter of one of his top aides, so it didn’t take long for that connection to be part of the story.”

  “And when you heard he’d died in prison after being raped… What did you think?”

  “Karma. People get what’s coming to them in this life. I honestly believe if you’re a good person, good things will happen to you. If you’re evil… Well, you get what you deserve.”

  “I couldn’t agree more,” Carolyn says forcefully. That’s when I know she’s genuinely moved by my story. “I have to ask… Well, let’s go back to the week before the Golden Globes. You’ve just met Flynn and begun a whirlwind romance. He asks you to attend a very public event with him. Were you at all fearful of being exposed when you’d gone to such tremendous lengths to change your name and appearance and build a new life for yourself?”

  “To be completely honest… Maybe I was naïve to think the lawyer to whom I’d paid many thousands of dollars I couldn’t afford to waste would protect me because that was his job. He was ethically required to keep my secrets. It never occurred to me for one second that he wouldn’t.”

  “Flynn, before the story was made public, did
you know about Natalie’s past?”

  I feel his entire body stiffen next to me. He doesn’t want to be here. He doesn’t want to talk about this, but he’s doing it because I asked him to, and I love him for that.

  “I knew she’d been assaulted. I didn’t know the full story until the rest of the world heard it. Our relationship was still very new at that time, and we hadn’t gotten that far yet.”

  “Natalie, would you have told Flynn your story eventually?”

  “I don’t know. At some point I probably would’ve had to explain why my family isn’t part of my life anymore. My closest friends didn’t know, so it’s not something I talk about—or talked about—before the whole world knew. The family who took me in after the attack still knows me as April. I haven’t seen them in years, though. They moved to Seattle after I was in college.”

  “The point,” Flynn says in a low growl, “is that it should’ve been up to Natalie to decide when and what she told me. That was taken out of her hands by someone she trusted, and that never should’ve happened.”

  “I can only imagine how you must’ve felt, Flynn, when the story went public.”

  “I’ve never thought I was capable of murder, but in this case…”

  “We could hardly blame you for feeling that way,” Carolyn says. “Anyone would. So what’re your plans now, Natalie?”

  “I haven’t really made plans, other than to spend some time here in LA with Flynn. We’re looking forward to the upcoming SAG Awards.”

  “You’re planning to attend? I’d heard you weren’t going.”

  “You heard wrong,” I say before he can reply. “We’ll be there, and I’ll be cheering for Flynn. His performance in Camouflage was amazing, and he deserves all the acclaim he’s receiving.”

  “I couldn’t agree more,” Carolyn says. “Best movie of the year, far and away.”

  “Thank you,” Flynn says gruffly.

  “And congratulations on all the Oscar nominations for Camouflage, Flynn. Any predictions?”

  “Nope,” Flynn says, making us both laugh.

  Carolyn props her chin on the upturned arm she’s rested against her knee and leans in. “I have to ask… What’s it like to date the biggest movie star in the universe?”