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I nodded. “I’ll tie him to my bed if I have to.”
Regan raised one eyebrow, and I felt a blush creep up my cheeks.
“You know what I mean,” I added.
“Is there anything you need to tell me?”
“No, boss.”
She sighed and shook her head. “It happens a lot, you know.”
“What?”
“Bodyguards falling for their clients. The whole protector thing creates a certain bond. But it rarely works out. And we both know why.”
Iain was a world-famous rockstar, and I was, well, me—a single, ordinary, thirty-one-year-old dad with bills and a sad track record when it came to relationships.
Regan’s comment put a damper on my earlier confidence. All I could think about was making Iain mine, but what would happen tomorrow morning? Would he brush me off the way he did every other lover?
I knew that for me, my heart was already involved, and one night would never be enough, but Iain… Iain was Iain. He didn’t trust deeper emotions, and that right there should’ve been enough to send me running.
Then I looked over at Iain sitting there, and I noticed his hands were shaking. Harlow just kept on talking, either oblivious or callous to Iain’s mood. Either way, it pissed me off.
I nodded at Regan. “Excuse me.”
I walked over to stand beside Iain, placing my hand on his shoulder. “Is everything okay?”
“No,” Iain replied at the same time Harlow said “yes.”
“What we’re discussing is none of your business,” Harlow snapped at me.
“I beg to differ since this stalker situation and anything that concerns Iain’s safety is my business,” I replied as I got up in Harlow’s face. “Now, either you give him some time to relax before you send him out to those vultures you call reporters, or I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
“Don’t threaten me. One phone call to Greg, and you’re done.”
“That’s it!” Iain yelled and stood up. “Get out, Harlow. I mean it, or I will walk out of this venue and fuck ALL the interviews!”
Regan stepped up to us. “What the hell is going on here?”
“Get your guard dog in line,” Harlow sneered and pointed at me. “He’s butting in where he doesn’t belong.”
“And you’re insulting a member of Bandit’s team by referring to him that way, showing disrespect for his position and yours.” Regan motioned for Quinn. “Have a safe trip back to the hotel.”
Regan turned to walk away, and Harlow muttered, “Uptight bitch.”
She turned slowly on her heel and pinned him with a deadly glare. “I’m an expert at hand-to-hand combat, so be very careful with what you say about me.”
Then she pivoted again and walked away.
Quinn looked at Harlow. “Let’s go.”
“Fuck off,” Harlow bit out and stomped off, Quinn and Valen on his heels.
The rest of the guys crowded around us, including Van.
“I can’t believe he spoke that way to Regan and Dawson. What a dickhead,” Iain snapped. “Someone needs to tell Greg about this.”
“Don’t worry,” Brodie replied. “It’ll happen.”
