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Ahalf-hour after that incredible kiss, my lips were still burning.
My lips, my face, my entire body, fuck, even my mind was on fire.
I don’t know how I’d managed to speak afterward, but Iain and I eventually calmed ourselves down and headed back to Brodie’s dressing room, where we told the guys what was going on.
Not with me and Iain, but with his stalker.
One bit of shocking news at a time, please.
My protective instincts launched into overdrive as I became aware of Iain in a way I’d never imagined. I wanted to wrap him up in my arms and reassure him that everything would be okay. But reassurance—and more—would have to wait.
“I want extra security for Iain at all times. And I want a PI to look into this,” Brodie announced as he sat beside Iain. “I don’t give a fuck if Greg doesn’t agree, we’ll pay for it.”
“Hell, yes.” Ronin nodded, and Faise agreed.
“Security is well in hand,” I replied and then flushed when I thought about where my hands were recently. “And Regan’s already hired an investigator. We will do everything we can tofigure out who’s behind this. We think it’s someone back home, so the threat to him here is minimal.”
“We need to make a statement,” Harlow interjected, his phone buzzing repeatedly.
He’d been busy typing away the whole time I was talking and finally looked up.
“What do you mean?” Iain asked.
“This kind of thing will send the fans into a frenzy. It’s gold.”
“Are you suggesting Iain use this stalker as a publicity tool?” Van asked.
“Yes. I’ll talk to Zoe and give her a heads-up. The more spotlight we put on the stalker, the more likely it is that he, she, or they, will be revealed.”
“Or you’ll piss off the stalker, and the situation will escalate,” I added. “After all, attention motivates that type of obsessive behavior.”
Harlow rolled his eyes. “The fans will rally around the band in their time of need. It’s a great story.”
“It’s my life!” Iain snapped. “How would you feel?”
Harlow started chuckling. “Stop being oversensitive, Holls. Nothing’s gonna happen to you. It’s probably just some weirdo who will move on to someone else once he gets bored. But we might as well take the situation and turn it in our favor. Greg just texted me, and he agrees.”
“Get out,” Brodie said quietly.
It was close to showtime, after all, so he didn’t raise his voice, but the angry glint in his eyes could not be denied.
Harlow sighed and stood up. “I’ll go. But it’s already a done deal. I’ll prepare a statement for the interviews after the concert.”
Then Harlow sauntered out of the room.
Van looked at me with worried eyes, and I understood his concerns. “I’ll talk to Regan. I don’t know how much sway she’ll have over Greg, but it’s worth a shot.”
“Do you really think making this news public might fuel the stalker?” Van asked.
“I don’t have a ton of experience with this, but yeah, I do. If Iain publicly acknowledges what’s going on, the stalker might see that as a sign that their ‘relationship’ is real.”
“Can we stop talking about this for a bit?” Iain asked as he looked at me. “I want to finish getting ready.”
I stepped outside the dressing room and waved the stylists and Lennie back inside.
The guys were subdued until Iain finally asked Van to get them a round of drinks. I couldn’t blame them one bit. It had been another stress-filled meeting with Harlow, and I wasn’t sure how much more the boys could take. I’d been witness to several music managers, and Harlow was pretty standard, but so unlike their experience with Van.
They all knew the media game by now, but that didn’t make it any easier. If anything, four years ago, they were barely a blip on people’s radars, and now, every time they blinked, someone was posting about it on social media. The tabloids were going to latch on to this stalker story and milk it for all it was worth, which left me with a very bad feeling.
