“It’s very necessary.”
“It’s a ranch in the middle of nowhere. It’s my family.”
“It’s a wedding. That means guests. Caterers. A minister. And God knows who else.”
“My family will have security.”
“Good. We can coordinate with them.” Eyes scanning every shadow, he stays expressively neutral.
“I want to be alone. I have personal matters...”
“You saw the note. You’ll be more relaxed and capable of dealing with those personal matters if you know Kelsey is protected.”
I sigh. He knows about Kelsey and me. That’s how things work on tour. Security knows everything. “You’ll be a shadow. I want privacy on the plane. I want to forget we’ve upgraded the security. Until we get back to the tour, I want to forget you exist.”
“You won’t notice we’re there.”
“We?”
“Back up,” he says.
“Fine.” I text Rogue about the change in my security detail. Tell him to make sure we’ll have enough room in the car for our travel companions. A place for them to stay.
Not that they’ll be necessary in the middle of nowhere Kansas. The town where Rebel’s fiancée Summer grew up should be perfectly safe.
No one expects Hollywood’s hottest playboy to get married there, which is exactly why Rogue and Ivy picked it. Away from the media frenzy, where they can focus on their commitment surrounded by family and friends.
And their own security team.
But two more who I trust can’t hurt.
“Everyone knows about Kelsey and me, don’t they?” I don’t want to keep it a secret anymore. I don’t want to pretend she isn’t everything to me. I don’t want her out of my sight while this obsessed fan is stalking me.
“Everyone knows you’ve been in love with that girl for a while now,” he says. “Security. The band. The doc. Your roadies. Cleaners. Everyone who plays a part in this tour. Other than you and her, that is.”
“I’m going to tell her,” I say as we enter the parking garage. It’s time she knows that she has me by the throat. By the balls. And she owns my heart too. “Grab your gear and order the car. Let’s get on the road.”
“Car’s already enroute,” he says as another security guard appears with an overnight bag. “And my gear is always packed. I’ll wait out here.”
Kelsey and Jasper are playing a game at one of the tables when I enter the bus. One look at the piles of cards on the table between my girl and the guard tells me Kelsey is winning.
It could be because the security guard is distracted by her flirty banter and jokes. Or it could be that the thin material of her tank top does nothing to hide the way her nipples have pebbled as it’s gotten cooler. Fuck, she’s sexy.
I push my tongue into my cheek. “Watch out. She’s a cheat.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Say what now?”
“You’re beautiful, half-naked, and flirting with him,” I state as I move past them to the bedroom to shove things in a bag and collect my suit. “He doesn’t stand a chance.”
The guy swallows hard. His face flushes.
“Wait. Are you annoyed?” Kelsey unfolds her legs from the seat.
“I should check in with Rook,” the guard says before leaving us.
It was meant to be a joke, but if it landed that flat, then yeah, I’m annoyed. She’s fucking gorgeous and easy to get along with. She’s like the perfect mix of rock girly and one of the guys. And she doesn’t see the impact she has on the men around her.
It’s always been this way. She could have fallen into a relationship with any of the guys at any time over the last six years. Bronx, Golden, Neil... hell, any of the crew. They’ve all been in love with her at one time or another. But they would never date her because I made it clear that was the line that would ruin the band. No one was going to date my best friend.
