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Dawson gave me a reassuring squeeze and let go.
I wanted to say “don’t”. No matter how crazy I drove him, and vice versa, I always knew he was looking out for me. Thequestion about my mom had emotions I didn’t want to deal with rising to the surface, and I suddenly longed for comfort.
From Dawson, of all people.
“What the fuck was that?” I asked out loud, stunned by my reaction.
I wasn’t just referring to what had happened in that interview…
“That was our manager selling us out,” Brodie scoffed.
“I don’t know that I’d go that far,” Van added. “But he did drop the ball. Several balls.”
“That’s ’cause he has none himself,” Faise snapped. “I told him, no questions about my brother. That’s a hard no. Not to mention Iain’s mom. Jesus Christ!”
There was a knock at the door, and a woman with a severe brunette bob and a sharp suit stepped forward.
“I’m Lilianne Germain, the producer of the show. I just want to clarify something and make sure everyone is okay.”
Brodie was about to rip into her, but Van stepped forward. “The guys were not prepared for some of those questions, Ms. Germain.”
“Mr. Hines was asked, in advance, if there were any topics Jean-Luc should avoid, any hard limits. We sent him the list of questions by email, and he said there were no issues.”
Van shook his head. “And that didn’t surprise you?”
The woman’s cool façade cracked for a split second. “As I said, he confirmed that we were good to go. That’s all we needed. I’m sorry if everyone in the band was unprepared, but that’s not our fault. Also, the comment made by Mr. James about Jean-Luc was totally inappropriate.”
“Thanks for the clarification, but don’t expect any apology. I don’t give them,” Brodie snapped.
“Given your reputation, Mr. James, I’m not at all surprised,” she remarked. “We hope you enjoy the rest of your stay in Paris.”
We grumbled out “sure,” “yeah,” and “yup.” She didn’t look impressed and quickly turned and left the room.
“What’s next on our agenda?” Faise asked. “And please tell me it includes booze.”
“You have a private table booked at a nearby restaurant, and then the rest of the night is open,” Dawson replied as he checked his phone.
“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m beat from traveling and we have rehearsal tomorrow,” Ronin commented. “Let’s go have a nice meal, some wine, and chill. We can hit a club another night.”
“I have a suggestion—" I started.
“The strip club can wait.” Brodie smirked.
“Haha. I was going to say I’d like our security team to join us for dinner. A thank you for intervening in that situation.”
Often, Dawson and his team would sit at a nearby table, keeping an eye. Sometimes, on the road, they’d join us for meals but usually watching over us, not as part of the group.
“That’s a great idea,” Faise encouraged. “Holls is right. You guys saved us from taking that situation from bad to worse. It’s the least we can do.”
“Uh, I’ll run it by Regan, but it should be fine. Thanks,” Dawson replied, his face flushed.
The big guy was all kinds of adorable when he was flustered. Just like on the ride over here.
And why my mind was now thinking that was just plain stupid.
Brodie walked up to me and pulled me into a hug, then Faise, and Ronin.
“Are you guys okay?” Brodie asked.
