My brows furrowed. “What was that about?”
The woman with Hattie leaned around her body and stuck out a tattooed hand. “Hi, I’m Sondra.”
“Bash,” I said, shaking her hand while my eyes stayed locked on Hattie’s face. She looked tense as fuck, and that phone call had rattled her more than she was letting on.
“Oh, you’retheBash,” Sondra said with a knowing smile that had Hattie shooting her a warning look.
“Sondra,” Hattie said through gritted teeth.
“What?” Sondra shrugged innocently. “I’m just saying?—”
“Don’t,” Hattie cut her off, her cheeks flushing pink.
I filed that away for later. Whatever Sondra had been about to say, I wanted to know what it was.
“Hattie has an overzealous fan,” Sondra explained, gesturing to the phone in Hattie’s pocket. “Some creep who’s been calling and leaving notes.”
My blood turned to ice. “Notes?”
“The police are handling it,” Hattie said quickly, like she could see the storm building in my eyes.
Notes. Calls. Some sick fuck was stalking my girl and?—
Not my girl,I reminded myself, but that didn’t stop the possessive rage from clawing at my chest.
“What kind of notes?” I pressed, stepping closer to her.
“It’s nothing,” she said, waving me off.
“Holy shit, is that a raccoon?” Sondra interrupted, pointing across the room where Tacoma’s kids were chasing something furry around the pool table.
Hattie’s head whipped around. “What the heck? It is.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle despite my concern. “That’s Panda. Foxy’s pet raccoon.”
“A pet raccoon?” Sondra’s eyes lit up. “I want one.”
“Oh, no.” Hattie shook her head. “There’s no way a raccoon is getting on my tour bus. Our luck, it’ll shit all over the place.”
Sondra’s face fell. “But?—”
Before she could finish her argument for why she needed a raccoon, my phone started vibrating in my pocket. Pulling it out, I glanced down at the screen and saw Sosha’s name flashing.
Fuck.
“I gotta take this,” I said, stepping a few feet away. “Sosha? Everything okay, darlin’?”
“Bash,” her voice came through shaky and terrified. “He’s here. Dale’s here, and he’s banging on my door. I think—I think he has a gun.”
My blood turned molten. “Go in your bedroom and lock the door. Then get in the closet. Don’t come out for anyone but me. Do you understand? I’m on my way.”
“Hurry,” she whispered.
“I’m coming.”
Disconnecting the call, I turned back to Hattie, who was watching me with concerned eyes.
I didn’t want to leave her. Not when we’d barely had two minutes to talk.
