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“Stop it.”
I reached for a bottle of water and gulped half of it down.
“You make drinking water look sexy,” Dawson whispered. “I am in so much fucking trouble.”
I wiped off my neck and chest, then threw the towel aside. “You? I’m the one in danger of popping a boner before I head back on stage.”
“If we had time and privacy, I’d take care of that for you. I know how much you enjoy getting head.”
I squeezed the bottle so tight that the rest of the liquid erupted like a geyser all over my hand and the floor at my feet.
“Shit.”
Dawson chuckled, grabbed another towel from the nearby table, and gently wiped my hand and then the floor.
“I’m gonna go stand with the guys, where it’s safer. For both of us,” I added.
Dawson nodded and looked around, assuming his usual stern pose. But I didn’t miss the way his lips curled like he was trying not to smile.
Dawson did what no one else ever could.
He rattled me so badly that I was now fleeing to the other end of the wings.
CHAPTER 22
DAWSON
After two more sets, the guys took their final bow and headed off stage to rehydrate, get touched up, and get dressed for their interviews.
Harlow, of course, was on Iain right away. And I heard the whole conversation, but the longer Harlow talked, the paler Iain got, and the more my temper sparked.
I pulled Regan aside. “Harlow is going ahead with this plan to make Iain comment about the stalker. Did he clear that with you?”
Regan nodded. “It comes from Greg. Unfortunately, it’s out of my hands. But trust me, I don’t like this idea any more than you do. This is going to send the media, and likely the stalker, into a frenzy.”
“Any word on the source of the flowers?” I asked.
“Tommy recalled seeing a van with a delivery logo in the alleyway around noon. We traced it to an online floral service, so the order could have come from anywhere in the world. But they can’t tell me who placed it.”
“But maybe we can find someone who can, you know, dig around and find out?”
“I know of a couple of people who could do some snooping.”
“And they would be?”
“The less you know, the better.” Regan smiled. “So, what’s the plan for tonight?”
My face flushed. “Ah, the guys have been invited to Xtra. It’s a gay club not far from the hotel. Quinn checked it out earlier. But we’ll see how the interviews go. Iain may prefer to head back to the hotel afterward.”
I was really hoping that was the plan. I just wanted to be alone with him again, to finish what that kiss started. But Iain loved being social, so maybe my dick would have to wait. I realized that where Iain was concerned, I was okay with it. He was worth waiting for.
“You guys haven’t been as volatile as you usually are,” Regan commented.
I shifted from one foot to the other, then realized I was fidgeting.
“He still doesn’t like being under constant guard, but Iain also knows I only have his best interests at heart.”
Regan nodded and stared at me. “You do what you have to keep him secure.”
