“Love you,” I said, ending the call.
Taking a deep breath, I looked at my phone and decided to send Adam a message.
ME: I hope you’ve had coffee this afternoon, Rockstar.
I didn’t haveto wait long for Adam’s reply.
ROCKSTAR: Why?
ME: We’re gonna be pulling an all-nighter when I get you naked.
ROCKSTAR: *throws down guitar* *runs to Starbucks*
I laughed at his message, and the grin I wore was impossible to replace. Damn, he made me happy.
* * *
I walkedout of PDX with my bag just as Daredevil pulled up to the curb. He’d been busy protecting a new starlet during her movie release tour, so it had been a while since I’d seen him.
Austin Wentworth, a.k.a. Daredevil, was who you called when crazy shit was going down. And a pornstar turned mainstream film actress required a certain level of protection only a badass like Daredevil could provide.
Reaching for the handle, I opened the back door and tossed my bag on the backseat before climbing in the front.
“Hey. Good flight?” he asked as I buckled up.
“Yeah, pretty good. When did you get back?”
“Yesterday. It was an experience I’d rather not repeat.”
His dry comment made me curious, especially since he was scheduled to go with Fallen Angel on their tour in January. Just thinking about being away from Adam made me antsy.
“Have you ever had an assignment that you actually liked?” I teased.
He tilted his head from side to side as he pulled into airport traffic.
“Maybe one or two. Most of our clients aren’t adrenaline junkies like me.”
Daredevil was right. Most of EHM’s clients were athletes or musicians. The footballers would be limited by their contracts, and the musicians by their playing hands.
“You seem to be enjoying your assignment.”
I nodded, looking out the window. “I am. Adam’s cool.”
“Yeah, okay Phantom. Whatever you say.”
I let it go because I didn’t want to discuss my personal life right now. I wanted to get to Adam. But I needed to make a stop first.
“Can you pull into Starbucks? I need to pick up some coffee.”
Twenty minutes later, I got off the elevator on Adam’s floor with two Venti Iced Shaken Espressos and a need to see my man. Juggling the coffees and the bag on my shoulder, I knocked on the door.
No answer.
Maybe he was in the shower.
When he still didn’t answer, I pulled out my keys from my pocket and unlocked the door. Pushing it open, I walked into the sound of Sam Smith crooning through the sound system, and made my way to the sofa to drop my bag.
I walked the short distance into my dream gourmet kitchen to put down the coffees when I stopped in my tracks and took in the disaster area in the kitchen.
