That was all we said about Sid. I was proud of myself for not trying to pry more details out of him.
When the movie was nearing its close, the doorbell rang. I stiffened before realizing it must be one of Travis’s guys.
I looked through the peephole and quickly spun to holler at Cade, “Did you do this?”
He wandered into the entryway, looking confused. “Do what?”
I growled, yanking the door open. “What are you doing here?”
Dressed in his security-issue attire, Sid looked like a total badass. He was also beautiful. He walked past me like he owned the place. “I’m your detail.”
“My whatta?” I sputtered, closing the door behind him.
“I’m your security, Sam,” he informed me, his hands on his trim hips.
“No, you’re not,” I retorted impatiently.
“Uh, guys, I’m just gonna…” Cade trailed off in an uncomfortable tone.
“You’re not staying here.” I glared at Sid.
“…go,” Cade finished. He opened the door, and with a quick wave disappeared.
Typical. Whenever there was a fight brewing between Sid and me, Caden had a habit of making himself scarce.
“And Travis knows this?” I demanded incredulously. Seriously, was everyone conspiring against me?
He nodded. “He knows.”
I was going to kill my big brother.
CHAPTER 7
We stood staring at each other in a silent standoff that I knew I wouldn’t win. Trixie wiggled against my foot, wanting me to pick her up, and I relented.
Sid’s brows rose in surprise. “You don’t like dogs.”
I shrugged. “Maybe not, but I think I like her.”
He nodded thoughtfully before his gaze turned upwards. “This place is insane,” he commented, his eyes fixed on the high ceilings. “I’m going to do a walk through.”
“Well, do my room first, because as soon as you’re done that’s where I’ll be. With the door locked,” I hollered after him as he started to wander off.
“We’ll see,” he muttered, ignoring my request and heading upstairs first.
Figured.
I headed to my room anyway, intent on getting ready for bed and determined to ignore his presence.
Why was he there?
I yanked my sleep clothes out of my suitcase, pulling my T-shirt over my head just as Sid opened the door and walked into my room.
I let out a shriek, holding my T-shirt over my bra-clad torso. “What the hell! Sid, don’t you knock?”
“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” he replied steadily.
I held his gaze. “Yeah, well clearly you didn’t like what you saw, so let me spare you any further pain by telling you to get the hell out of my room.”
