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"With who?"
"None of your fucking business!"
"Rule Two," he shouts back.
Son of a bitch. He would break out the rules we put in the employee handbook. We don't have many of them. Most of what we put in that handbook are stupid things like replacing the roll if you use the last of the toilet paper or sharing popcorn if you insist on making it in the microwave…you know, the minor shit that makes working together easier.
But we treat everything in the handbook as inviolable. Especially the major rules, like not dating clients. Not going anywhere unless someone knows where the fuck you're going. Not doing anything dangerous without backup. And using your goddamn head.
I backtrack to his office. "Bryant did a DNA test and found out he has a cousin. Her sister-in-law is a musician here in Nashville. She's getting ready for some charity event and needs security. She has a stalker or something. I don't know all of the details yet. I'm going to meet her."
"He did a DNA test?" Zion asks.
"What kind of stalker?" Zayne wants to know.
I flip them both off, satisfied that I've met the requirements of the rule. They can stew with their questions until I get back. It serves their asses right for getting on my nerves this early in the morning.
"Gideon!" Zion shouts after me when I walk away again. "You're really not going to answer our questions?"
"Nope!" I shout back. "Peace out, bitches!"
"I still think this is a dick appointment!"
Why did God give me brothers? I just wanted a dog.
Chapter Two
Kenna
"Do you really think this is necessary?" I ask Kane, pacing in circles around the studio lobby. I'm supposed to be recording. Instead, I'm meeting with a bodyguard because my brother is an overprotective crazy person.
"Yes."
That's all I get from him. A staid, unruffled yes.
I spin to face him, annoyed. Only to find him leaning back with his eyes closed. He's not in the least worried about meeting this bodyguard. Ugh.
Why couldn't I have a cat instead of an older brother? That's what I really wanted.
"The least you can do is stress out with me," I sniff, glaring at him.
He cracks a smile. "I think you've got that covered, Kenna."
"You're so annoying. I'm telling Maya you're being mean to me." Nothing much ruffles my brother. But he can't stand when his wife is upset with him. And she loves me, so she always takes my side. It drives him up the wall.
His eyes flash open, settling on me like two fixed obsidian points of malcontent. "I'll tell Ma about the bird."
"You wouldn't."
His eyes narrow infinitesimally.
"Truce?" I bat my lashes at him, which makes him chuckle.
"You're never going to grow out of being a brat, are you?"
"Nope." I plop down on the sofa beside him, huffing out a breath. "I'm worried, Kane. How am I supposed to explain a bodyguard at my shows? Or to the label? Or to anyone?" I just signed my first deal. I'm playing at a big charity event coming up. Having a bodyguard hanging around is going to bring up questions that I don't want to answer. I don't want people afraid to work with me…, and I'm seriously worried if they know the truth, they may think I'm more trouble than I'm worth right now.
I have a stalker. Or a creep. Or whatever you call someone who sends you unwanted and threatening gifts. Whoever he is, he's freaking me out. He's stressing me out. And I don't have time for either right now.
