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“I’d love to, but we go on in thirty. And I have to talk to my boys beforehand.”
“Cool. Afterwards?”
“Meet me back here.” I turned around and waved Dawson over. “Daws, see that this man gets a pass to come on back to my dressing room after the show.”
“ID,” Dawson barked at him.
“He’s a friend of Zoe’s. And he already made it in here, so he must have passed a security checkpoint. Chill.”
Dawson shook his head. “I don’t care. ID.”
Frankie pulled out his wallet and showed him his driver’s license. Dawson took it and nodded. “I’ll be right back.”
As soon as Dawson stepped away, the air lightened. The vortex of rules was gone. Temporarily.
“He’s intense,” Frankie commented.
“He’s something all right. Sorry about that.”
“No worries. I work in this business, so I get it.”
Frankie’s phone buzzed, and he pulled it out of his pocket. “Sorry, I have to respond to this. I’ll see you later?”
“Looking forward to it,” I replied before he turned and walked away.
Hopefully, my cock would cooperate by then.
I grabbed another shot and let the alcohol burn away my nerves. Until my phone buzzed, and my anxiety kicked up again.
“You okay, bud?” Brodie whispered as he leaned into me, eyeing me with concern.
That was the one problem with working with someone who knew you all your life. Brodie realized something was up without me saying a fucking word.
For a second, I felt guilty as hell for not telling him about the messages. We’d been best friends since we were kids and shared everything.
Well, everything except Brodie’s husband, Van.
“I’m good. You know me, once I get out on stage, everything will be all right.”
It would be. And my mojo would be amped up by the time the show was over. It always was.
A quick release prior to showtime and a longer one after made for a relaxed rockstar.
And for tonight?
I’d take one out of two.
CHAPTER 3
DAWSON
Frankie’s ID didn’t raise any flags, so I gave him a pass and a long list of strict instructions on where to go after the show. And what not to do.
Like sneaking off with Iain without informing me.
Then I handed him my phone to e-sign the NDA.
The guy smiled and chatted with me through the whole thing. Which was usually the case. Most guys were so eager to fuck around with a rockstar, especially one as magnetic as Iain, that they would sign away their life without realizing it.
