He grinned,guiding me to the sofa before taking my hand, and kissing the palm beforebeginning to rub it.
“Oh my god, yes,right there,” I moaned out.
“You soundalmost like you do when you come,” Train observed.
I grinned.“Well, you are magic with your hands. I can’t help it.”
He rolled hiseyes, continuing to work out my tension. “I’m gonna come out and hang with youfor the rest of the day.”
“You don’t haveto,” I said. “Keep helping Puddin’ with his bike. I’m good.”
“While you werein the bathroom, Chip radioed you saw some strange girl?”
I sighed. “I’msure she’s just shy. You don’t need to come out there. Seriously. Chip’s got itcovered.”
“How about Iwalk you back to the table, then come get you before your next break. And I’lltake you back up to the room when you’re done,” he said. “If you see her againwhile you’re signing, tell Chip to get me and I’ll come hang with you.”
I smiled,dropping my head on his shoulder. “I would love that.”
“Five minutes,”Chip’s voice crackled over Train’s walkie.
“I’m gonna gowash this grease off my hands and freshen up a little,” I said, kissing Trainquickly.
* * *
Exhausted fromthe signing, I looked forward to two hours of relaxation time in my suitebefore I had to report to hair and makeup for tonight’s live stream. We’d beengiven the “all clear” signal from Chip and were making our way through thehotel lobby when I saw the girl again. This time she was in plain view andstanding perfectly still next to a large potted plant. Her eyes were fixed onme, and she had the same creepy smile on her face as before.
“Train,” I said,pulling on the arm of his jacket. “There she is. The girl I kept seeingearlier.” But as soon as he turned to look, she ducked behind the plant.
“Where? I don’tsee anyone,” Train said.
“There! Behindthe plant,” I cried.
Chip signaledone of his team, who bolted across the lobby to where she was standing.
“There’s no onehere,” he replied.
“Let’s get youup to your room,” Train said.
“I’m not crazy.There’s a girl. She’s around twelve or thirteen years old, she’s got stringyblonde hair, and she’s wearing one of my t-shirts.”
“We’ll keep aneye out for her, but that description fits seventy-five percent of the peoplehere today,” Chip said.
“I’m not leavingyour side until we know what the fuck is going on,” Train said. “To hell withwhat people say.”
I nodded andTrain took me up to my suite.
* * *
“Ms. Morgan?”Train called as I sat in my glam chair, Natalie having just finished with mymakeup.
“Come in,” Isaid.
He walked in andI smiled at my man in the mirror. God, he looked delicious in a tux. “Natalie,can you let Donovan know I’ll be ready for him in ten minutes, please?”
“Sure thing,”she said, and left the room.
Once we werealone, Train settled his hands on the arms of my chair and leaned down, kissingmy nose. “You look pretty, honey. But you always look pretty, even without allthat shit on your face.”
