Chapter twenty-four
Carter
“Iknowyou’reangry,Kels, but don’t hurt the man!” I say, jogging after the petite blonde who captured my heart.
“I don’t think you understand the magnitude of the situation, Carter,” Kelsey shoots back as she continues her power walk along the tan tiles of the stadium.
The river comes into view outside the large glass windows that make up the walls of the building, and I narrowly miss the vendor packing up his snacks now that the concert is shut down.
“Kels, he’s just fucking with you,” I say, knowing it won’t do any good.
“I’m going to make him wish he was never born.”
I sprint a few steps, catching up with Kelsey just as she pulls open the door to the security staging room. After I slam my hand against the door to keep it shut, she turns the full force of her attention on me.
“Move, Carter.”
“He’s basically a puppy,” I say, pleading Nash’s case. “You can’t blame him for chewing up a few shoes.” I slide my body in front of her, holding the door in place with my back.
“I don’t think you understand how dog training works,” she says, an adorable crinkle forming between her brows as she pulls the handle with no success.
“True,” I say, lifting my hand to cup her jaw. “I never had a dog.”
“No fair using your power of seduction against me.”
I lean down, lightly pressing a kiss against her lips. “Is it working?”
“Of course it’s working,” she huffs, though the tension in her body has faded away.
“You know he didn’t post anything on your social media. He’s just kidding.”
“He better not have. I don’t post shit on socials,and he knows that.”
My head drops back against the door as I laugh.
“Are you guys fucking against the door?” Nash’s voice filters through from inside the room.
“Never mind,” I say, stepping aside and opening the door for Kelsey. “He’s all yours.”
“Nathaniel Ashton Parker,” Kelsey says, her tone deadly. “Where is my phone?”
I watch her stalk into the room, Nash backing up with a look of concern in his eye.
“Here. Right here. I was just joking. Just like you do.”
“No, not just like I do,” Kelsey says, crossing her arms over her small, perky breasts. “Because I’m funny. You. Are. Not.”
“I was just teasing,” Nash says, a puppy whine entering his voice.
“You’re an idiot.”
“Come on, Kels. You don’t mean that.”
She checks her phone quickly before flipping open the lid of the earpieces’ container, pulling out one to check. “I most certainly do.”
I join Kelsey on the other side of the table, pulling out another earpiece to examine.
“You can go now, Nash. We’ve got this,” Kelsey says, gesturing toward the door with her hand. “Carter’s mostly useful now.”
