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“What about the fan page?”
“Zoe is monitoring it. Anything suspicious, she’ll flag me.”
“And the police?”
“My contact has the information, but until a crime is committed?—”
“There’s nothing more we can do. For now.”
“As you said, there might be an opportunity to catch the stalker in the act, so to speak, when we head back home.”
“I’m with you.”
“Other than that,” Regan murmured, “how was Iain’s night?”
“He slept well.” Shit. I couldn’t help the blush that seared my cheeks. “I mean, he was well rested this morning. Seemed like.”
Regan shook her head.
“Dawson, take my advice. Don’t ever play poker.”
Iain
After my call with Zoe—which consisted of her telling me not to look on social media and to avoid reporters for the foreseeable future and me telling her about our dealings with Harlow—I headed back upstairs with Lennie for soundcheck.
But my usual concentration was fucked. All I could think about was last night. And this morning. Being with Dawson. And not just in bed. Now, whenever he moved, even from a distance, my eyes inevitably followed him. I’d never been so aware of another person and the synergy between us.
Someone nudged my shoulder, and I startled.
Ronin.
“Are you okay, bud? You look out of it. Are you stoned?”
“No, I’m not stoned,” I replied.
“Drunk?”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s noon.”
“Since when has that stopped you?” Faise quipped.
“I’m not twenty-five anymore. And I’m not drunk or high or anything,” I snapped.
“Ah, then you must’ve gotten laid.” Brodie smirked. “You have that relaxed glow about you.”
“Not to mention the beard burn,” Faise added.
Ronin eyed me up and down. “But you’re distracted as fuck. What’s that about?”
I gave Ronin my best finger.
“Come on, Holls, spill the deets,” Brodie whispered. “It’s just us.”
“No.”
“No?” Ronin shook his head and laughed. “Someone check to see if this really is Holls.”
“Funny. I’m just tired. And worried.”
