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“I think I’m finally getting through to him,” I replied.
Then I glanced over and caught Iain sticking his tongue out at me. I shook my head, but I couldn’t help but smile.
“Or maybe not. We had a self-defense practice this morning, and then we talked over breakfast in my room.”
Regan’s eyebrows nearly shot up to her hairline. “Really?”
“Also, something happened on the plane ride here—” I started.
“That better not mean what I think it does.”
“No, not that,” I quickly replied.
I was such a fucking liar. I couldn’t stop thinking about Iain and not in my security capacity. But nothing had happened. Okay, maybe grappling with him this morning had awakened more lusty fantasies. Now, all I could picture was wrapping my naked body around his…
“Dawson?”
“Sorry. I was calling my son, and suddenly, Iain popped into the seat next to me and started talking to him. And to my mom. After that, he told me about the text messages.”
Regan cocked her head and studied me. I hoped to hell she couldn’t read minds because she would not be happy with the direction of my thoughts about Iain.
“Maybe he finally realizes that his security isn’t a game and that we’re looking out for his best interests,” Regan replied. “We’re our own kind of family, and we look out for each other.”
The sudden blast of a guitar riff jolted me. I watched Iain and Brodie playing together.
“I hope so. But I’m not letting my guard down. When Iain gets stressed, that’s when he acts out. If we can keep an eye on him without being too overbearing, he’s less likely to want to break out.”
“What’s the plan for tonight?”
“The guys are headed to Nuit Eternelle, a nightclub not far from the venue.”
“Remember New Orleans,” Regan reminded me. “I want four of you everywhere they go—the dance floor, the bathrooms, you name it.”
I nodded. I was not going to let some drunken asshole assault Iain ever again.
“Don’t worry, boss; I won’t let him out of my sight.”
“Them.”
“What?”
“You said ‘him.’ I’m talking about all the guys.”
“Of course.”
Regan’s gaze sharpened, and I coughed into my fist.
“Wow. Is it dry in here, or is it me?”
“It’s you,” she responded quickly. “I’m taking a flight to London this evening to review the next leg on the schedule.Contact me day or night if anything comes up. I’ll be back the morning of the fourteenth.”
“I got it under control, boss.”
“I hope so.”
I had a feeling she was not talking about work.
CHAPTER 13
