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completes its final descent, Harrison grabs my hand, and we head into our new life.

Chapter Seven
     
    As predicted, the airport was abuzz with camera crews and paparaz zi. I didn’t think sleepy water-logged Portland had this much media. We both put our sunglasses on and averted our faces, while being ushered away from the crowd. If it were Simone in my shoes, she would be stopping and posing like you see celebrities do at red-carpet events. Not us. We want to power through this crowd and obstruct this pack of hyenas from getting the money shot.
    The ironic part is that Harrison is not actually a celebrity. He simply caught the attention of several “eligible bachelor” lists because of his mogul status, not to mention he is drop-dead gorgeous. He is in the public eye a lot with his various philanthropic projects, especially the reading foundation. He has developed amazing properties over the years and he has been a confirmed bachelor, until now. I know firsthand his prowess in the bedroom, so yes; he was the most eligible catch for sure. Thank God, I am the one who caught him.
    We head out to the waiting town car. I notice that it is not the usual Towers Holdings car. I wonder why we are in a different car?
    Once inside, we make a quick getaway. I turn to Harrison, whose body looks tense and stiff. I, on the other hand, found that experience to be somewhat exciting, in a strange sort of way. I wouldn’t want to have that greet me every time I got off a plane, but it did add a little sizzle to the otherwise mundane airport. I did find it a bit exhausting and look forward to arriving at the penthouse.
    Harrison turns to me. “That was the easy part. I am told that the camp set up at the Towers is something else .” His brow is furrowed, and he looks stressed out. His look reminds me of the night he showed up at my condo to explain his engagement to Marion.
    Wow, it’s as if he is reading my thoughts, “Oh! That was easy? Now I am really dreading going home.”
    It really is quite something to think that when I left as Danielle Austen I had no idea that I would be coming back home as Danielle Towers. I never would have even had the slightest clue that I would be returning to Portland, married to Harrison Towers.
    Harrison is busy on his phone. I glance down and become mesmerized by the ring on my finger. It just seems like a fairytale. Or, at least one of those romance movies you go see, and say to yourself, ‘only in the movies’. That is my life, and I would not change a thing. I find my strength in knowing that I am in very capable hands. I feel safe and cherished. Just as if I had custom ordered the traits my father possesses. Harrison is shifting in his seat, and I can see why. Up ahead I can see the Towers lit up by all the media lighting.
    “Holy shit!” Without thinking, the expletive escapes my mouth. Harrison flashes me a quick glance, and then he is on his phone calling who knows who.
    I see a swarm of people with cameras , as we approach in the unmarked black town car. It has tinted windows, but I feel like they can see right in with the flashes of their cameras.
    The security gates to the underground parking open, and the town car slips into the garage. I look behind me and see security guards standing in the open entrance, as the gate is being lowered. There is literally a mob of flashing cameras and people shouting Harrison’s name, asking if it’s true that we got married. I find it somewhat of a relief that we are gated in. We are escorted to the elevators and Albert appears to take us up to the penthouse. He turns to me and says, “Welcome home Madame Towers .”
    Oh , I like how that sounds even more! “Thank you, Albert.” I smile.
    “I thought that would be worse than it was. It was rather easy. I feel unscathed , at least.”
    Harrison smiles, “Well, I had hoped it would go this way , but I did fear it was going to be much worse. I have arranged for us to do a press conference tomorrow