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“Sorry, I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
Co
“If you’re through wasting our time,” Co
“I’m paying for your time, so it’s mine to do with what I want,” she drawled.
Co
“The hell—”
The look he gave her stopped the protest before it could be fully launched. For the first time, she felt herself backing down. The man made her nervous, and that pissed her off. Didn’t just piss her off. It made her furious.
When everyone had left, Co
How utterly ridiculous that she flinched when he’d baldly said he didn’t like her. Like that should come as a surprise? Nobody liked her. People tolerated her. They used her. But they didn’t like her. Why should Co
“What your idiot of a record label executive hasn’t told you is that they’ve been monitoring threats over your last five shows. Some asshole is leaving you notes in places he shouldn’t have access to.”
Lyric curled her fingers into fists and stared up at Co
“Just what I said. They’ve found notes on your bus, in your dressing room, on your guitar case. Whoever’s doing it is getting way too close to you.”
She forced her hands to relax and then wiped her palms down the soft suede of her skirt. “Why didn’t they tell me?”
“They didn’t trust you not to do something stupid.”
She blew out her breath in frustration. “Nice.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Do they have reason to believe any other way?”
“Whether or not they thought they knew how I’d react, I had a right to know.”
Co
Slowly she shook her head.
“Which is it?”
“I’ll . . .” She swallowed and then turned her gaze up to meet his once more. “I’ll cooperate. I’ll try.”
He folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the edge of the table. “You’ll do more than try.”
She held her hands up in surrender. “Whatever. You’re the boss.”
He smiled and it made him look so arrogant she was tempted to haul him down and kiss him senseless again.
“Glad you recognize that fact. We’ll get along just fine as long as you remember that little tidbit.”
Slowly she got to her feet. “Are we finished now?”
He nodded.
She reached into her bag for her keys and walked toward the door, unsure of what the hell had just happened. She was a little shell-shocked and off balance. She needed a little time to process the storm that was Co
Co
“Bye, Ms. Jones. It was nice meeting you,” Faith called.
Lyric looked up and smiled, because really, not smiling at the really nice blond woman was like kicking a puppy. You just didn’t do it. And the truth was, there was something about Faith that just made a person a little warm on the inside.
Clearly Lyric needed a drink to get over that little burst of poetry. She could get drunk and write a song about sunshine and dedicate it to Faith.
She bit her lip to call back the laughter and offered a wave to everyone as she left the building.
Ah, freedom. Not that she liked being alone, but somehow, right now it was preferable to being cooped up in a room full of people who made her feel vastly inferior. She was the famous superstar, and yet a group of good ole boys and Miss Sunshine made her feel not good enough.
It wasn’t until she reached her car that she realized Co
Determined to ignore him, she slid into the driver’s seat just as he opened the passenger door and got in beside her.
She paused after she put the key in the ignition and looked questioningly at him. “What are you doing?”
He looked at her like she was a moron for asking the obvious. “I believe we’ve been over this. You’re in danger. I’ve been hired to keep you safe. Therefore, for the next two weeks, where you go, I go.”
Her mouth gaped open. “Are you serious?”
He gazed coolly at her. “Does it look like I’m joking?”
“But I’m just going back to my hotel.”
“Hope you have a double, because I’m not sleeping on the floor.”
CHAPTER 5
Lyric flexed her hands as she navigated the busy streets back to her downtown hotel. Co
She frowned. She did not want him in her hotel room. He wouldn’t fit! He was too big. Too overbearing. Maybe she could inquire about an adjoining room and he’d be satisfied with having access. Then if she forgot and locked the door, she could say oops and he wouldn’t be invading her space.
She hadn’t reserved a suite. Too much empty space with no people to fill it up and make her feel less lonely and . . . panicked. She’d taken a ridiculously small room and then filled it with all the stuff she’d brought with her because it had made her feel like she wasn’t alone.
No way she wanted Co
God.
She drove up to the front entrance and the valet opened her door for her. She dropped the keys into his hand and strode around to the revolving doors that led into the lobby.
Co
He frowned when she resisted him herding her to the elevator and headed to the front desk instead.
“What are you doing?”
“Seeing if they have another room for you,” Lyric muttered. She put on her widest smile when the desk clerk asked if her if he could help.
Co
The clerk raised his eyebrows and glanced between Co
Lyric tried to wrest her hand from his grip but he tightened his fingers over hers.
“There isn’t room for you,” she hissed. “Not even on the floor! I have a single. It’s barely a shoe box.”
“Since you’re only spending tonight here, we can deal.”
“But my reservations are for two weeks!”
Co
Before she could utter another word, Co