The Guy Named Harrison: Book Two

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Harrison's eyes scanned the airport crowd for her. He kept walking in a general straight direction until he saw her.

Carrie noticed him immediately. She broke out in the widest smile he'd seen in a while, as she moved as fast as she possibly could to meet him. He dropped the bag he was carrying and happily welcomed her in his arms.

"I missed you."

He gently kissed her forehead before resting his head on top of hers. "I missed you too."

The two of them stood in the middle of the airport with their arms wrapped around each other and her head rested against his chest.

Harrison was the one who broke the silence between the two of them. "Guess what?" He asked with a boyish grin.

"Do I want to know?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"Okay."

"So I've been gone for four days. Therefore, I owe you a date." Harrison took her hand in his. "We have a reservation for Olive Garden in an hour."

"You just got here."

"And we're about to go there."

He picked up his bags with his right hand and led her out of the airport.

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Almost an hour later, they made their way into the Olive Garden closet to Carrie's Beverly Hills home. She loved Olive Garden. It wasn't so much for the food, it was more of the fact that it was her special place with Harrison. They got to know each other really well inside the Olive Garden in Charlotte.

Her arm was locked with his as they made their way to the front desk. The hostess looked up. "Hello, how can I help..."

Harrison didn't seemed dazed by her reaction when she realized who was standing in front of her. "Reservation for Harrison."

She nodded. "One moment."

The two of them watched her head back to what they guessed what was their table and make sure it was ready. "Olive Garden is our special place," Carrie told him to receive a smile back.

Just then the hostess ran around the counter, something the two of them weren't expecting. "Can we get a picture please?" She desperately asked Harrison.

Carrie knew he wasn't going to say no to a fan. So when the woman shoved her phone into Carrie's hands, she wasn't expecting to hand it back right away.

"Uh... sure."

She stood right beside him and put her arm around his back. The other was originally on his chest, moved to his left arm and around his bicep. Carrie rolled her eyes while taking the picture. She was very tempted to take a picture of her left hand with this woman's phone to show her she wasn't going to get with him in her lifetime.

"Thank you," she squealed, letting go of his arm a few moments after Carrie took the picture.

Carrie handed her phone back and she immediately looked it over. "I look awful. Is it possible we could take another one?"

This time, Carrie answered for her husband. "No."

"Oh okay. Right this way."

After they were seated, she buried her face in the menu and avoided looking up at him for a few minutes.

"I know what I'm getting. What about you?"

She didn't look up. "Carrie?"

Once she did, he wished she hadn't. She shot him one of her resting bitch faces, and she had a pretty damn good one. "What?"

Carrie looked over her shoulder at the hostess showing another couple to their table. "That's what?"

"Do we have to go there right now?"

"You brought it up, so yes."

Harrison took a deep breath. "You don't mind it when I take pictures with fans. What's different this time?"

"The fact that she was all over you and you enjoyed it."

"I didn't enjoy it at all. Carrie, come on."

"Sure looked like you did."

He had a suspicion this had something to do with her hormones. Now being 4 and a half months in, she got a little moody at times. He let her take it out on him, or whatever she needed to take it out on until the mood swing passed.

"Babe, I need you to understand something," he started. Hopefully talking a little bit would push her out of this mood swing. They normally didn't last long. Tonight better not be different.

"Thousands of people take pictures with me. Quite a few of them are like her. I don't tell you because you don't need to think you have any competition. You don't. I don't push people away when they do stuff like that because it's more trouble than it's worth. I don't need to put my image in jeopardy. A few moments isn't enough to get me to do something I might end up regretting. I represent my family, the people I love, and the Panthers. I don't need some attempted picture getting in the way of everything."

The RBF was gone. She looked more alert than she had when they first got their table. The mood swing had passed.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

Harrison reached across the table and took her hand. "Don't be sorry. I would not of been happy if some guy wanted a picture with you."

"Maybe I should let him. I kinda want to see you jealous."

"You're going to have to do more than that," he said with a smile.

Carrie leaned back against her chair. "Alright. I think I could find a handsome guy on the way home that would be happy to kiss me."

"You don't have to because he's sitting right in front of you. And he'd gladly kiss you anytime."