Morgan turned toward me. “Noah might take a little while to catch up with you. He’s still got some press to do and festival board members to thank personally. I can take you across the street to his room to wait for him.”

“Okay.”

There were so many people gathered on the streets, and I could smell funnel cake and hear the screams of people on rides. The carnival sounded fun, and I wanted to take Noah and check it out.

But then I realized I wouldn’t be able to do that. He had this room because he couldn’t mingle with everyone else and had to wait for the roads to clear up. That made me sad for him.

It made me sad for us.

At the hotel, Morgan gave me a key and told me the room number. That was another thing that I had forgotten about when it came to Noah—how often his life was handled and overseen by other people. It made the fact that he’d taken off for Vegas even more amazing.

The room was much plainer than the suites we’d stayed in. More like a regular hotel room, but with a big sitting area. I noticed a small blue-and-white cake on the table that again had the words Mazel tov written on it. I giggled, took a picture of it, and sent it to him with a question mark.

I’d been right in my assessment. He was absolutely the cutest. Even though either he or Kyle had forgotten about things like plates and forks. So I stole a very tiny (okay, not so tiny) chunk off the back, licking the frosting off my fingers.

Deciding that I probably shouldn’t eat any more until he joined me, I sat on the sofa and pulled out my phone. I played a couple of games to distract myself but then ended up doing something I’d told myself I wouldn’t—I googled Noah.

The most recent images were of him and me together. The one from Vegas was in such high definition that you could see all the flaws he didn’t have. There were also some from the kids’ birthday parties. The blogs were speculating about who I was and if I was dating Noah. I didn’t even bother looking at the comments, because I knew there wouldn’t be anything I wanted to see there.

It felt strange, almost surreal. He was this public person that the whole world knew and loved, but he was just Noah to me. Yes, he was an actor and had these roles, and while my brain understood that he was famous and had been before we’d ever even met, none of that mattered to me.