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The door opens and the VIP fans begin to pile in. I’m always amazed watching them interact with the fans. They all make the fans feel so welcome and appreciated. Sometimes, Everett and Lane make them feel a little too welcome, but I’ve managed to keep that hidden.
I watch as Kegan is talking to a fan and he looks so happy. He’s smiling and that rock star persona he just had on stage is replaced by this fun-loving guy. It’s hard to look away.
“Hi.”
I turn my head and smile at the woman. “Hi,” I say.
“My name is Catherine,” she says, extending her hand.
“I’m Lorelei,” I say, shaking her hand.
“That’s my fiancé, Jackson, talking to Kegan,” she says. I smile and look over again. “Is he your boyfriend?”
I snap my head back and my eyes are wide. “What? No?” I laugh, nervously. “I’m their publicist.”
She laughs and I feel like a fool. “I’m a publicist, too,” she says. “Jackson was my client.” She knocks her shoulder with mine.
“Really?” I ask, tilting my head.
She looks at Jackson, and for the first time in my life, I see it. I see what it looks like to have love shining in your eyes.
“Yep,” she says, cheerfully.
I have so many questions racing through my mind. I wonder if they were dating before she became his publicist or if it happened while she was. How did it work? Did she need to quit her job or was it easily accepted? Does she still work for him?
I smile at her and bite my tongue. It’s none of my business and completely unprofessional to even think about asking.
“That’s amazing,” I say.
She pulls a card out of her purse and hands it to me. “If you ever have any questions, any at all, please give me a call. I’m more than happy to talk to you.”
I’m hesitant as I wonder if she can somehow sense these feelings for Kegan that I keep telling myself don’t exist. Did she notice me looking a little too long at him or the way I was squeezing my hands together when he talks to other women?
I can feel the embarrassment warming my cheeks. If she can tell I’m feeling things I won’t admit, who else can? I’m around Kegan and the guys all the time. What if they all can sense something.
I graciously take the card even though I tell myself I’ll never use it. “Thank you so much,” I say, slipping it onto my clipboard.
“Please, don’t hesitate to call,” she says.
“I won’t,” I lie.
“It’s been a pleasure talking with you, Lorelei.”
“You, too, Catherine. Thank you so much.”
I glance down at the card to read her name, Catherine Pope. I snap my head up with wide eyes as her back is to me. Holy shit, Catherine Pope from CJJ Public Relations. She’s the publicist that Jennifer said they wanted to talk with from CJJ. What a small, crazy world.
She walks back over to Jackson and I’m even more intrigued. I was simply watching Kegan, but now I’m watching the three of them. Jackson puts his arm around Catherine, and she settles in like it’s where she belongs.
Kegan picks that moment to glance over at me. He gives me a wink and I feel my heart begin to pound.
I think I’m in trouble, big guy.
Chapter Eleven
Kegan
I’m pacing the hotel room waiting on the guys to get to my room. I need to talk to them, and I wish they’d hurry the fuck up and get here. I run my hands through my hair as I pace, rushing to the door when there’s a knock. I open it and the three of them are laughing about something. Normally, I would be curious, but right now, I just need to get this over with.
