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“So not very much ‘Hi, how are you?’ then.”
She stopped and considered for a moment and then laughed. “No, I suppose not. I can’t remember the last time someone called just to say hi or ask me how I was doing.”
Co
Half an hour later, the limo pulled up to the stage entrance of the stadium. Co
Co
“Get the hell out of my way,” Paul barked. “I’m her manager.”
Co
“Get her inside,” Kane barked. “The reunion will wait until then.”
Paul didn’t look happy to be ordered about, but he had little choice as the men closed ranks and ushered Lyric inside the building.
“Where the hell have you been?” Paul demanded once they were inside. “I’ve been waiting here for two hours. There are things to go over and I couldn’t very well go over the details of your performance without you.”
Lyric sighed and wished he’d just shut up. She had no desire for one of his tantrums in front of everyone else. Co
“I’m fifteen minutes early, Paul. Calm down.”
Paul reached for her elbow to pull her down the hallway but Co
Paul did most of the talking, and by the time it was over, Lyric had a headache. He made silly demands, argued every point, and finally Lyric told him to shut up. She apologized to the assembled people and then listened as they went over the schedule.
Next they gave her a tour of the rotating stage that was used for all the performers at the rodeo and gave her a preview of the screen graphics for the background. She met with the band since hers wouldn’t be making the show and rehearsed the songs she’d be singing for the show.
Three hours later, it was done and she left the building, surrounded by Kane and his men. The car was waiting, but before she could slip into it, Paul caught up to her and grabbed her arm.
She turned in surprise and glanced pointedly at his hand.
“We need to talk, Lyric. What the hell is going on with you? You look like shit. Have you even tried to stay in shape for your tour dates? You only have a few weeks off and then you go back on the road. You’ve gained at least ten pounds, if not more. You don’t want to look like a slob onstage. This is your career. You could at least act like it’s important to you.”
Her cheeks burned with humiliation. She wanted to crawl into a hole and die. It shocked her that he would confront her in front of Co
Beside her, Co
“Instead of stuffing your face and lying around, why don’t you make it to the gym or, better yet, have some exercise equipment delivered to the house Phillip rented for you? Your fans don’t pay big bucks to see your fat ass onstage. They pay to see a lean, sleek performer.”
He didn’t get another word out before Co
“What the fuck?” Paul spit out. He looked to Kane. “Get him the hell off me. You’re fired. You’re all fired.”
Kane crossed his arms over his chest. “Get who off you? I don’t see anyone. The only thing I see is a loudmouthed, disrespectful asshole who is about to get his ass beat. Deservedly so.”
Lyric watched, openmouthed, as Co
“Listen to me, you piece of shit. You shut the fuck up. If I ever hear you talk to Lyric that way again, I’ll tear your nuts off and cram them down your throat. Are we clear?”
Paul’s eyes bulged out of his head and he gaped at Co
Co
Co
“I’m s-sorry,” Paul stammered. “You know I only want the best for you, Lyric.”
Lyric recovered her wits and walked forward, her mind still whirling from Co
“Paul?” she finally said. “Fuck off.”
She spun around and headed toward the car where Kane had already opened the door. A smile hovered over his lips, and as she climbed in, he murmured, “Well done, Ms. Jones.”
Lyric slid over as far as she could and directed her gaze out the opposite window. For the first time, she wanted to be alone. She didn’t want to face Co
She wasn’t so lucky.
Co
She refused to look at him. She didn’t want to see sympathy or pity staring back at her. The silence was suffocating and she could feel him watching her.
Co
He’d seen Lyric’s face when Paul had spewed his venom. He’d seen her pale, seen her draw into herself. Everything that Co
And now she sat so still and rigid, making herself as small as possible, refusing to look at him. She was embarrassed—who could blame her? And that pissed Co
He couldn’t hold silent any longer.
“Lyric. Look at me.”
She flinched. Closed her eyes but held her chin firm, her gaze still fixed out the window.
“Lyric.”
He waited. He was patient. She had enough assholes in her life only too willing to shit on her. He wasn’t going to be one of them.
Finally her shoulders sagged and she turned slowly, her eyes dull. He hated that more than anything. He liked her “fuck you” attitude. He liked that she didn’t flinch in a stare-down. That she’d take on anyone and anything. That wasn’t the woman he was seeing now, and it infuriated him.
“He’s an asshole. You should fire him. You deserve better than that.”
She shrugged. “He’s good at what he does. He made me. I owe him.”
Co
“Bullshit.”
That surprised her. Her eyes narrowed and she cocked her head to the side.
“You don’t owe him shit. Lyric, this is business. You ought to know that. If you weren’t so upset by what that moron said, you’d realize it. You pay him. If I had to guess, he gets paid way too damn much. That’s all you owe him. A paycheck. Until such time as he no longer provides the service you pay him for, and quite frankly, I’d say the only service you need from him is for him to go fuck himself.”
The corner of her mouth lifted into a half smile.