So are my inner thighs at the moment too.
“Trust him, he’ll take care of anything you need done. Diesel will make sure you get you there and do it safely.”
“If they don’t try to pull the plug,” I admit, worried. “Those two alphas could shut everything down. I don’t even have a truck to get there right now.”
“Those men want you safe, with good reason. If they try to call off your performance it’s not because they do so lightly. Besides, you’re the hottest thing in rhinestones these days. Even if the Valentine’s Day show doesn’t pan out, you’ll get another chance.”
A familiar self doubt rears its head. An old pattern I’ve had to fight with tooth and nail to get to where I am.
“You sound mighty sure,” I say. “It’s a dog eat dog world.”
She gives me a wink as she wraps up her measuring tape. “Like I said, I’ve got contacts. I’ll be keeping tabs on things.”
A loud whistle echoes through the building making me jump. Diesel circles his finger in the air.
“I think I need to go.”
She hugs me, squeezing me extra hard. “Be safe. Have a blast. Don’t forget to take cute couple’s selfies.”
“Thanks for everything. But the selfies… I doubt that’s going to happen.”
I grab the gigantic bags and cross the space, unsure how I feel. Definitely confused. Still flush on the inside, and weirdly guilty about what we did. Then there’s the whole clothing thing. Diesel bought those things for me.
He looks as tense as I feel as he takes both bags and guides me toward the exit. “Caleb needs to speak to you.”
Yep. His tone is off.
“You don’t look happy,” I say as we walk side by side.
“I’ll let you sit in the truck and talk.”
Stone opens the door to the building, silently watching as we leave.
“Is Caleb okay?”
“Yes.”
“Then what?”
Diesel opens the back door, puts the clothes in, opens my door, and waits while I climb in.
He’s acting weird. Won’t meet my eyes.
Exactly how you don’t want a man that was just inside you to act.
I’m all in my head as he cues up a video call to my brother and passes me the phone as he clears his throat. “I’ll be standing over there.”
“Wait…”
He closes the door right as Caleb picks up the call on his end.
“River.” He looks frustrated. “Thanks for calling.”
“Of course. I can’t believe I’ve gotten to speak to you so much. I know it’s hard when you’re traveling.”
He nods, stares at me through the phone with a look that I’ve only seen a few times. He’s mad, but this isn’t mad because you scratched his dirt bike. No, this is protective mad.
“What’s wrong?”
