Mase, however, cared about Harlow. He had called three times already, and she had sent his calls to voice mail. He was gonna come barreling into Rosemary with his cowboy boots and his damn gun if she didn’t talk to him soon.
“You need to call Mase back,” I told her.
She sighed. “Yeah. I better before he does something stupid.”
She started to sit up and I held her to me. “Call him from right here. I don’t want to let you go,” I said.
I could tell by her little frown she didn’t like that. Did she want privacy? Why? What the f**k did she have to tell Mase that she couldn’t tell me?
“Okay,” she said and reached for her phone and dialed her brother’s number.
I was somewhat mollified, but I sure as hell was going to listen to this conversation closely now. If she intended to get the cowboy to come ride in and take her off to Texas, I’d take on the whole damn state. I didn’t give a f**k. She wasn’t leaving me.
“Hey, yeah, I’m fine. I’m locked up in Grant’s apartment,” she said.
I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but I could tell from the deep sound of his voice he was worried and being bossy.
“I’m going to have to talk to them eventually,” she said.
“No, I haven’t . . . I know that . . . not your business . . . yes it will . . . just let me handle it . . . I know you are . . . I’ll call if I need you . . . promise . . . okay, love you, too. Bye.” She hung up the phone and let out a heavy sigh.
“I need some alone time to think. Do you mind if I take a bath and soak a little while?” she asked me.
I wanted to soak with her but I understood she wanted to deal with all this shit, and if I was with her we’d have tub sex.
“Go enjoy yourself. I’ll be right here if you get lonely,” I told her.
She grinned and pressed a kiss to my mouth. “Thank you.”
After this was over she would believe me when I told her I loved her. They wouldn’t be weak words. She would believe them because I would have shown her just how much I loved her. There would be no doubt in those big eyes that had hooked me the first time our gazes met.
I waited until the water was running and the bathroom door was firmly closed before I got up and went to look outside again. The crowd hadn’t waned any. It was still there, and so were the cops. This was bullshit. Why was a f**king rock star’s private life so damn important? My phone rang and I pulled it out of my pocket. It was Rush again.
“They’re still here,” I said.
“They will be until she talks to them. Not sure she needs to, though,” he said.
“Not going to let her.”
“You seen any of the news?” Rush’s tone bothered me. He knew something.
“No, why?”
“Stay away from it for right now. Give Harlow time.”
What was that supposed to mean?
“I’m keeping her from it.”
“You, too. Stay away from it. She needs you right now.”
“Yeah, of course.”
“Call if you need me,” Rush said and hung up.
I walked over to the counter and grabbed the television remote and turned the volume on low. Rush was hiding something, and I wanted to know what the f**k it was. If I was going to keep Harlow safe, I needed to know what from.
Harlow