Instead of taking his place beside her, Winn deliberately stepped behind her. The crowd thought it was gallant. Joey, standing a few paces away, didn't. He pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered under his breath, "For the love of God, not today."
The son of a bitch was going to keep feeding the press exactly what they wanted. Ivy could practically feel the camera lenses zooming in on the two of them. The former lovers headline was already being drafted in a dozen minds.
Winn's arms slipped around her. His fingers brushed hers, guiding the handle of the shovel. Her pulse jumped. Her entire body went rigid, every muscle aware of the heat radiating from him. It was unfair, the way he could still unravel her with a single touch.
He leaned down, close enough for his breath to warm the shell of her ear.
"Relax, love," he murmured. "I'm not going to fuck you here."
