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Van nodded and placed his hands on his hips. “All right. Hopefully, I’m wrong, and they’re just working through some things.”
I gave him a nod. “I’ve gotta do my rounds. See you in a bit.”
Lennie was standing nearby, and I pointed to the stairs when I passed. He nodded in return.
As I wound my way downstairs to the dressing rooms, my phone buzzed.
I glanced at the screen, but it was an unknown number. I swiped to answer.
“Dawson Everly.”
Silence.
“Hello?”
I could hear background noise but that was all, no voice, then the telltale beep of the line dropping.
“Okay, then,” I said aloud to myself as I placed my phone back in my pocket. “Wrong number.”
I knocked on the first dressing room, the one Brodie and Iain shared, and entered.
“Hey, Daws.”
I was greeted by Brodie’s assistant, Bibi. She was also a redhead, but unlike me, her personality was just as fiery. Bibi was fun, hyper-organized, and fiercely protective of all the guys.
“Just a quick room tour, and then I’ll be out of your way.”
“No problem.”
Then I remembered that the guys handed over all their personal belongings, including phones, to her safekeeping while they were on stage.
“Have you noticed Holloway’s phone ringing more than usual?” I asked.
Bibi shook her head, her ponytail sliding over her shoulder. “I don’t think so. But he did turn it off before he gave it to me.”
“Does he normally do that?”
“No, but maybe he was expecting a message or call that he doesn’t want anyone to see. If Brodie’s rings, I answer it, but everyone else, I leave alone.”
“That’s what I thought, thanks.”
“Why the question about his phone?”
“Call it bodyguard intuition. He’s getting more calls than usual but he won’t answer his phone. And he got testy when I asked him about it.”
“That’s because you don’t know how to ask.”
“What?”
“Come on, Dawson. You order him to do stuff, and you know he hates that. Instead, try talking to him. Person to person, not bodyguard to client.”
“I have. I do.”
“No, you don’t. Look, you’re great at what you do, and no one can fault that. But you don’t share much of anything personal with anyone.”
“I have a line when it comes to work and?—”
Bibi held her hand up. “I know, I get it. But to build trust, especially in this environment, you need to open up. We’re not just dealing with the band’s work schedules. We’re a part of their everyday life. We see stuff no one else does. And I speak from experience. I mean, Jesus, Brodie probably knows more about my personal life than some of my family at this point. And vice versa. It’s necessary. Because without that, he wouldn’t trust me to help him manage every aspect of this crazy-ass world he lives in.”
