Sweetness
Declan
That’s not an answer.
Sweetness
Yeah, it is. You asked a question and I responded.
Declan
I gotta get back to work. We’ll talk about this later. You might wanna think about rephrasing that response. See you soon, sweetness.
I muted my phone and slid it back into my pocket just as Katie’s face and demeanor changed. Something was up. Luckily the girl was a pro and held it together, but if I had to guess, the fucker was here, in the crowd.
Trying not to draw attention to myself, I slid around behind the camera crews to get a better look at the area Katie could see, but there was no way for me to see what she spotted. The only way would be if I could get backstage, and there still was no guarantee.
As I moved away from the camera equipment to alert the others, Heidi’s voice came through the earpiece.
“Something’s off.”
27
HAYDEN
Ifucking hated this shit. The team was in the field, and Scott and I were stuck here watching the monitors.
Just in case.
That’s what Foster said, and it grated. Just in case what? What the fuck could we do from here?
Our phones went off, simultaneously.
I moved away from Scott and answered Declan’s call.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Get to the restaurant. Now.”
“What’s going on?”
“Hayden, I love you, and I will fully admit you are the Dom to my switch, but right now, put that shit away, and do what the fuck I’m telling you. Get to the fucking restaurant.”
“Okay. Scott’s on the phone, but I’m on the move, keep talking.”
Declan swore, and I could see him scrubbing his face before running his hands through his hair.
“Caleb was in the fucking studio. I don’t fucking know how he fucking managed it. They gave Katie flak about letting us in. They kept saying their security could handle things.”
“But you got in?” I asked as I grabbed the laptop and the charger, just in case.
Just in case.
“Yeah, but when Katie said she saw him, we split up. Jackson and Katie are with Foster and Celeste. Lucia, Heidi, and I are still at the studio.”
“Okay,” I said, pausing in the hallway, waiting for the elevator. The door to the suite opened and closed, and Scott rushed out to wait with me, his hands full of gear.
I opened the laptop he handed me, tapping my foot impatiently as I waited for it to load, hoping it did so before the elevator opened. The doors swished open, and Scott walked into the car, but I waited.
