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She sagged forward and then cried out.
“Earring! Earring!” She moved her head with the sweater. Her hands, newly free, gripped his wrists. “Stop!”
He already had stopped. The moment she had cried out he froze.
She let go of him and dove her fingers beneath the loosened fabric to detangle her earrings.
“Okay,” she said, wincing in preparation for more pain.
But the pain was over.
The sweater came away and she took her first full breath in what felt like hours.
“Oh, thank you,” she said, finally getting a look at her rescuer.
Sleepy indigo eyes met hers, and the smile on his face crinkled the stem of the rose tattooed near his right eye.
Here was the thing about working with famous people and their kids, they were too often hypersensitive to people’s attention. She’d learned early on that most didn’t like to be stared at. And because they were hyper-aware of being watched, any kind of eye contact could feel like it was staring.
Rational?
No.
But she understood it enough that lookingaroundthem instead ofatthem was a safe option. At least until new expectations had been established.
So, it was very off-brand (again) for her to have full eye contact with a rock star.
She immediately looked down, but not before she’d clocked the dove tattoo near his hairline and the words “As Yourself” above his left eyebrow. Her gaze dropped to his neckline where a large black and gray tattoo of the sun on his throat was just barely visible from the collar of his gray hoodie.
Sunshine Capone.
So… not really a rock star.
But kind of.
Pop star?
He was more hip-hop, right?
Why was she trying to specify what kind of star he was?
A star was a star.
“Thank you,” she said again.
“Not a problem,” he replied, and his tone caused her eyes to jump back to his, even though it went against all her instincts. He was still smiling. “Are you okay?”
She nodded and chuckled at her own circumstances. “I am now, thanks to you.”
He handed her sweater back to her. She took it and rolled it into her hands, feeling like she should say something more.
He took a step back just as the door to the lounge opened again and Piper entered the room.
The raven haired thirteen-year-old tossed her bag on the table and removed her coat with a flourish. She scrunched her nose when her gaze landed on Sabine.
“What happened to you?” Her eyes flicked up to Sabine’s head.
Sabine rolled her lips inward and lifted her eyebrows. Because where to start, right? She tossed her sweater on the table and smoothed her hair down as best she could. “My sweater tried to kill me a moment ago, but I survived. How are you today?”
