The studio’s back hallway door was open.
Marcus and the musicians were in here with me, and no one had left recently, which meant someone else was in this building.
Damn it. Why did she have to be so resistant? I needed a two-person team minimum. If I left to investigate, no one would be watching over her.
I stood up and stretched, checking Marcus and the musicians for any reaction. Nobody looked up.
Then I slipped off for a “bathroom break,” walking the whole perimeter of the studio inside and out.
When I got back Lucy was still singing.
Then, an hour later, it happened again.
My eyes had been trained steadily on that door the entire time.
But Lucy had started the last take of the song with a hearty, “This one’s for you, Ben,” her voice sliding straight into my soul, and I’d taken my eyes off the door long enough to watch her sing the song right at me.
The songdidsound like it could be made for me.
My cock inched up as her velvety voice played my heart, pulling me in.
This woman was going to be the end of me.
By the time Lucy stopped singing and I managed to look away, the damn door was open again.
Someonewasin here with us.
I stood up abruptly, and Lucy looked at me with wide, startled eyes, her melody trailing off.
I smiled casually and waved her out of the sound booth, ignoring the heavy pulse in my veins. All I wanted to do was pull out my Sig Sauer and clear the building.
But that wasn’t how aboyfriendshould act.
So I said, “Hey, hon. Weren’t we going to go meet Valerie soon? I lost track of time.”
I moved closer to Lucy without making it obvious, reducing the distance between us, and she registered the shift immediately.
The lightness in her eyes dimmed, and she stepped out of the recording booth.
“What is it?” she asked, low enough that only I could hear.
“We should go.”
She thanked the musicians and gave Marcus a peck on the cheek, promising to book another session soon.
“Stay close,” I rumbled as we headed outside.
Marcus chattered happily at her side as we walked out.
The afternoon light had shifted towards early evening, shadows stretching across the sidewalk in front of the studio.
I kept Lucy close, my arm wrapped around her waist as I scanned the area.
Dipping down to brush another kiss across her cheek, I kept my boyfriend act in place as my eyes roamed the street.
A camera shutter clicked from across the road as a man on a scooter fired off a dozen shots.
He was gone before I could react.
