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“Evidently.”
“Do you think she knows about us?”
“I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. I’m getting your bodyguard back up here.”
“No. No, you are not. I’m perfectly safe here. She’s in Europe.”
“So the note says. She could be lying.”
“Well, she wasn’t lying about you fucking on every surface of some hotel suite, now was she?” She fisted her hands and swung away from him. “Dammit.” She hadn’t meant to say that.
“Babe, I—”
She shrugged off his touch. “Just don’t. I’m just mad at myself. It’s not like I don’t have a past. I’ve done some hotel banging myself, buddy. You just don’t get it thrown in your face on classy card stock.”
He crossed his arms. “Well, I can say the idea of you banging anyone but me makes me mildly murderous. So, I get it.”
She bent at the waist and laughed, then growled. It so wasn’t funny, but she was so freaking pissed she couldn’t even breathe around it. At him for keeping it from her, but most especially at Aimee Collen. “God, that woman makes me want to tear every little strand of her stupid streaky hair out of her head and feed it to her.”
He stood in front of her and she quickly wiped at the tears she hadn’t realized had fallen. He blew out a breath and hauled her into his arms.
“This was why I didn’t want to tell you.” He wrapped his arms around her.
She clutched the front of his shirt. “Denying that she’s still pulling her shit doesn’t make it go away. It just makes me feel stupid when I get blindsided like that.”
“I’m sorry.”
She lifted her hand to his jaw. “I know you are.”
“I don’t want to leave you here alone.”
“I told you I’m going—”
“I know, the store. Can you go now? Follow us down?”
She sighed and nodded because his eyes were so haunted. Dammit, she wanted this over with. That possibility felt further from the truth than ever.
Sixteen
“You gotta relax.”
“I’m not going to fucking relax.”
“She’s fine. She’s been checking in every hour.”
Zeke’s rational side was going to get him a black eye if she didn’t shut the hell up. Logan paced the length of the elegant waiting room for the umpteenth time. Between the Izzy situation and having the label listening to the record behind closed doors, he was ready to smash something.
Christ, he hadn’t been this keyed up since shopping the first All the King’s Men album nearly twenty years ago. He rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up and peeked at his watch.
“It’s about two minutes since the last time you checked.”
“You are not helping matters, Z.”
“They’re either going to love it or hate it. There’s no real wiggle room for this album and you know it.”
Logan cracked his knuckles. “I know. I’m not changing a word though.”
“I know. And I’m behind you on that.” Zeke stood up. “We’ve been with the label for a good long time now.”
