AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I bit my lip to keep from chuckling out loud. People walked past him and stared at the sign, laughing and taking pictures.
“You’d think he was never a fucking bodyguard,” Lennie grumbled. “He’s drawing a crowd.”
My boyfriend hadn’t entirely left his security work behind. He’d decided to go into business for himself. Dawson and Quinn were starting their own private investigation agency. It meant he could choose his own hours and, in the summer months, head on tour with me.
But Dawson’s security experience was still valuable for us as a couple. Ever since we’d gone public, the press had been following us around. Dawson knew how to evade the press and when to confront them, albeit politely. Especially when it came to Jaxon. We made it clear that his privacy was our foremost concern. Jaxon took the media attention in stride, and with the guidance of his therapist, it was so far, so good.
Most of the media were eager but respectful. In fact, once we’d given our statements, they went gaga over our relationship. Personally, I think it was all because of my boyfriend. I was convinced the press was now in love with Dawson.
But not as much as me.
And they couldn’t have him because he was mine.
As Lennie and I drew closer, Dawson spotted me and began to weave through the crowd, meeting me halfway.
Dawson put the sign down and pulled me into his arms.
“It was only two days, but I missed you like crazy,” I said as I smiled up at him, so happy to be back where I belonged.
“Tell me about it. Are you okay? How did your talk go?”
I shook my head, my eyes starting to fill for a whole different reason.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Dawson whispered.
“I finally said all I needed to say. I feel…lighter. Maybe not better, but lighter.”
Dawson hugged me tighter. “From now on, where you go, I go.”
“Is that an order?”
“Fuck yes.”
He kissed me, and despite our audience, I kissed him right back.
I was home.
And home was Dawson.
CHAPTER 42
DAWSON
JULY 1. L.A. STADIUM
“Who’s ready to fucking rock tonight?!” Brodie yelled out as he ran across the stage.
The sold-out stadium crowd erupted in cheers and hollers in return.
“Come on, L.A., you can do better than that! I want to hear you scream!”
Another roar blasted through the venue.
“I said louder!! Like you do when you’re fucking someone really hot. Or maybe more than one person?” Brodie laughed into the mic.
The boom from the audience this time around was ear-splitting.
I was standing in my usual spot, in the wings, but this time, I could stare at Iain to my heart’s desire.
