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It doesn’t help. I try to send thoughts of the bathroom to Warrick, but he’s animatedly discussing something while shaking his head. Okay, the women’s room is like thirty feet away from where he is. I’m sure he’ll get the idea and come find me as soon as he’s done.

Or maybe he’ll notice I’m gone, and it’ll lead to threats of a spanking. Either way, I’m ready to risk it. I flick through the pictures I just took as I bolt for the bathroom. They’re intense, like Warrick isn’t happy about something.

I back out of review mode as I shove the bathroom door open and barrel inside.

My head tilts as I jolt.

The unmistakable shuttering sound of a picture being taken fills the air. There’s a big guy, with at least as many tattoos as Warrick and Ramsey, and he’s with Carter. I take a step back, but this is the women’s room.

I didn’t stumble into the wrong one, but I did just walk in on something I shouldn’t have.

“Did you just take our fucking picture?” the big guy growls, taking a step toward me.

“I-I…”

“It’s cool, man. She’s with me.” Carter gives me a look I don’t understand as I take another step back.

“You’re gonna want to delete my picture, right fucking now.” The big guy gets closer.

I retreat until my back hits the wall. “I-I…” My stutter always gets more intense when I’m anxious. I do my best to form a sentence to assure him I will, but I don’t get past the first word.

“I told you she’s with me,” Carter growls, coming from out of nowhere and stepping between us. “I’ve got this. You better get back before they notice you’re gone.”

“Don’t fuck me over, Carter,” he growls, opening the door and walking out. “You know how that would go for you.”

My camera is still clutched to my chest as Carter spins to face me.

“You’re all right, sugar.” Carter raises his palms. I don’t know where he put the drugs he was buying, but that’s not my concern.

“H-He s-seemed kind of aggressive,” I stutter, exhaling heavily.

“Yeah, he’s not the type of guy I’d risk messing with. You need to clear any pictures off, right now.” Carter shoves his hands in his front pockets.

I turn the camera and show him the screen that confirms the delete. It’s still there, though. Anyone good with tech could recover it. “Why did you…” I don’t even know how to finish that, but I do think things could have gone much differently if he didn’t vouch for me.

“I’m not a monster,” Carter says with a shrug.

“Thank you.” I close the screen on my camera. Holy crap, I’m actually surprised I didn’t pee my pants. That was kind of scary.

“Are you gonna rat me out?” Carter raises an eyebrow, but the door slams open beside us at the exact same moment.

I squeal, and Carter takes a step in front of me. My hands are shaking, and pure adrenaline pulses through my system. The bond is so muted that I don’t pick up Warrick’s fury until it’s right on top of us. He wraps a hand in Carter’s shirt and yanks him to the wall a few feet away.

“Rat you out for what?” Warrick snarls, slamming a fist into Carter’s jaw.

“Warrick,” I call out, running to his side. He lands another solid hit before Carter swings back. Carter is aiming for Warrick’s core, but War is punching Carter directly in the face. “Stop it, please. I’m fine, but I am having a bathroom emergency, which is how I stumbled into him in the first place.” I make a grab for War’s arm. “Please! Stop!” It comes out as a whine.

Warrick immediately drops Carter, spinning around to face me. “Are you okay?”

“He didn’t do anything. Just let him leave so I can use the restroom.” My head shakes. I was clearly crazy when I agreed to come on this tour. I look at Carter. “Go, you two obviously don’t get along, but can we please keep the fighting to verbal assault?”

“Baby girl,” Warrick says, approaching similarly to how Carter did before with his hands raised.

“No,” I say firmly. “You stay over there. I’m going into that stall to use the bathroom. Carter, you’re leaving, and the two of you will keep your distance from each other.”

“Well, I’ll be damned.” Carter wipes at his bloody lip. “She might just give you a run for your money.”

I scoff, suddenly over giving a crap if anyone hears me pee. It’s an emergency. I spin around, heading into the stall. I hang up my camera on the hook, and once I’m seated, the door opens and closes like someone left the bathroom.

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