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He shook his head. “Nope. Don’t see the point in blowing smoke up your ass.”
She sighed again. “I’m guessing you weren’t given any more choice than I was.”
“Nope.”
“Not a man of many words, are you?”
He shrugged. “You pretty much said it all.”
“Well, it’s obvious that we aren’t going to be best friends forever, so why don’t we sit here for a few minutes, you can have a beer or two, and then we can leave and pretend we played nice?”
Co
“I can play nice for a few minutes,” he conceded.
She snorted. “You mean if we ignore each other.”
His smile widened. He glanced over her again, noting the absent flash and glitz. “You look . . . different.”
She cast him a baleful stare. “Just in case you think that the pink hair and flashy clothes are just part of the stage show and that underneath I’m this really nice, boring girl, let me dissuade you of that notion. I just didn’t want to get my ass kicked by coming into a place like this in anything but good-ole-boy gear.”
Co
She spread her hands and turned up her palms in a supreme “I don’t give a fuck” gesture. “What you see is what you get.”
“Who are you trying to convince? Me or yourself?”
Anger flashed over her face and her eyes narrowed. He could get off on pissing her off. She rose to the bait so easily.
“Just tell me what it is you’re supposed to do for me so we can get this over with,” she muttered.
Co
“How bad has it been?” he asked bluntly.
She looked up, her blue eyes flashing in surprise. Then she shrugged. “You’ve talked to Phillip and Barry, I’m sure.”
“They haven’t been with you,” Co
For a moment it seemed her shell cracked, and he could see the lines of fatigue grooved around her eyes.
“It’s not as bad as they make it out to be. I bring a lot of it on myself.” She lifted one small shoulder in a gesture of indifference. “I never wanted to surround myself so tightly with security that the public couldn’t get in. But now . . .”
“It’s too much,” Co
“It’s exhausting. There have been a few threats.”
“And Phillip wants to crack down, not make you so accessible.”
Lyric nodded.
“So tell me. How hard is my job going to be?”
A small smile curved the corners of her mouth upward. “I won’t lie to you. I’m used to doing things my way.”
“We don’t have to get along for this to work, but you do have to listen to what I tell you. Every word. And you have to follow directions.”
She made a rude noise under her breath. “Just stay out of my way as much as possible.”
“Deal.”
She glanced sideways and appraised him with a seeking stare. “I think I like that you’re not kissing my ass.”
“It’s not your ass I want to kiss.”
The statement stu
With a smirk, she leaned forward and planted her lips solidly on his. Heat scorched a path from his mouth straight to his dick and flayed open every nerve ending along the way. She licked over his lips as if challenging him to open to her, but before he could, she pulled away and slid off the bar stool.
“Guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” She gave him a flip wave and strode out of the bar.
CHAPTER 4
After an early morning jog, Co
When Co
He went to the doorway to peer in and saw Phillip Armstrong having coffee with Pop. Pop looked up and motioned Co
“Glad you came in early, son. Phillip has something he wants to discuss with you before Lyric arrives.”
Barely able to control his sigh, Co
“I really appreciate you rethinking this,” Phillip said. “William tells me you’re well suited for this job, and the truth is, I need someone I can trust.”
Co
Pop glared back and Co
“The danger to Lyric is more specific,” Phillip admitted.
And Co
“We’ve received what we believe to be credible threats. I pay a team a hell of a lot of money to discern whether a threat is merely someone mouthing off and wanting attention or whether it’s something we need to pursue.
“Mostly it’s the former and we nip it in the bud. People aren’t terribly smart and the trail back to them is usually easy to follow.”
“You’re getting threats you can’t trace back to an identifiable source.”
Phillip nodded. “Exactly. What concerns me is that whoever is doing them is delivering them in person. It started five shows ago and he’s followed her from city to city.”
Co
“We assume it’s a he.”
“An obsessed fan?”
Phillip frowned. “I’m not sure. Typically when you have some fan who’s obsessed or fancies themselves in love with a star, there’s a courting stage and then anger because their feelings aren’t acknowledged or reciprocated. This . . . this is just plain weird and unsettling.”
“Tell me.”
“He always leaves a note. Where varies. Once, it was taped to the bus. Once, it was on her guitar case. Another time it was in her dressing room.”
“No wonder you fired her security,” Co
Phillip nodded. “One of the many reasons. I also couldn’t be certain it wasn’t one of them. I got rid of everyone I had the power to fire. Unfortunately, Pete and Repete, her two pet bodyguards, are hers. She hired them. But I want you to keep an eye on them. I don’t trust them.”
“Lyric didn’t mention any of this when we met last night,” Co
Phillip shifted uncomfortably in his chair and glanced over at Pop. Pop grunted. “You may as well tell him. You should have told us all this from the begi
Jesus. What now?
“Lyric doesn’t know,” Phillip said. “I’ve kept a tight lid on it.”
“You want to say that again?” Co
“She doesn’t know.”
Co
“What could you possibly hope to gain by keeping this from her? She has to be careful, which means she has to be aware of the potential threat to her. She can’t do that if no one tells her that some creep is stalking her. I don’t understand why you haven’t canceled her show or at least her appearance at the music store. Are you just trying to get her killed?”