Harlow began to feel lightheaded as she read the first line of the hot-off-the-press hit piece:
Harlow Wynn is settling into Mackinac Island life and her new home with high school sweetheart Caleb Jackson.The story went on to explain how she’d purchased the “love bungalow” after reconnecting with her former boyfriend, the island’s fire chief.
An “inside source” had confided that the couple had gone house shopping, purchased Lighthouse Lane and were renovating their dream home. This unknown individual claimed Harlow and Caleb were spending all of their time together, hiking the island’s trails, and hanging out at her father’s “estate,” Wynn Harbor Inn.
There was even a mention about Brett and Morgan Easton visiting. Whoever was keeping tabs on Harlow was clever enough to stay out of sight.
There was only one problem with the photo…and it was a biggie. The entire scene had been created by AI or photoshopped from various other photos. On closer inspection, it appeared to be the latter.
Caleb’s chin was slightly off center, his hair the wrong color, and the man’s frame was much bulkier than his slim, trim figure.
She snatched her cell phone from her pocket and promptly dialed Janice’s number.
“Hey, Harlow.”
“I found it.”
“Found what?”
“The tabloid story and photoshopped picture.” Harlow told her the name of the trash magazine that had released the piece.
“I’m pulling it up now.” Janice grew quiet. “Wow. Lighthouse Lane is already renovated? I thought they were still working on it.”
“It appears someone got creative with AI or Photoshop. I don’t own a silky robe. The house’s walls are down to the studs. There are a few similarities between the faux Caleb and the real one, but not many. Someone did a chop and paste to make this up.”
“They mentioned an inside source. Any clue about who it might be?”
“No, but I can tell you the spy is keeping close tabs on me.”
“I warned you.”
“Yes, and I’m always mindful I’m being stalked, watched, and photographed.”
“Do you think this old beau will be upset when he finds out he’s making front-page news?”
“Caleb couldn’t care less. I can almost guarantee it bothers me more than it will him.”
A rustling ensued on the other end of the line. “He’s a cutie, on the chunky side, but there’s nothing wrong with having a little meat on your bones.”
“Caleb isn’t chunky. Also, his hair is not yellow and his chin is where it should be, not crooked and off to the side.”
“This is a fairly juicy story. If I had to guess, the media will eat it up.”
“I’m afraid you’re right,” Harlow sighed. “Well, now we know.”
“Yep. Hang in there, kiddo. I can think of worse rumors to have spread about me than shacking up with a hot guy.”
“I suppose so.” Harlow told her goodbye and shoved her cell phone in her pocket. The plan had been to help Lottie with plantings, but the paparazzi took precedence. Despite Caleb insisting he didn’t give two hoots about being linked to her, he deserved fair warning.
Harlow grabbed her house keys and tracked down her bike. Through the gate and to the main entrance, she trekked. Out on the street, she climbed on only to discover the front tire was squishy to the point she was afraid riding it might bend the rim. “I guess I’ll be swinging by to see Arlen first.”
Exiting the main gate, she walked at a brisk clip to the end of the street, making her way into town. Island Bike Shop was only a short detour from the bustling downtown and boat docks. Reaching the front entrance, she kicked the kickstand down.
“Arlen?” Harlow hovered in the doorway, peering into the back of the shop where the new and used bikes were stored.
She spied a flit of movement. Arlen stepped into the light. “Hey, Harlow.”
“I brought my bike. Do you have a minute to check my tire? It’s still losing air.”
