hurt, even if I do think the ex-Navy SEAL standing in front of us could use a good punch in the face right about now to wipe that smug look off of it.
“Alright, that’s enough. Both of you. If you guys are through with your pissing contest, I’d like to get started on my run.”
I let my eyes shift back and forth between them, putting my hands on my hips to let them know I'm not in the mood for their nonsense. I understand that Finn feels like an outsider is poaching on his territory and trying to tell him how to do his job, but he needs to cool down. For all we know, Brady is going to run to the tabloids himself and let them know Finn has anger management issues.
“Finn, why don’t you head back to the cabin and make sure the guys installing the new alarm system don’t screw everything up,” I suggest to him softly.
I don’t want to push Finn away, but he needs to take a step back for a minute. The longer he stays here, the worse it’s going to get between him and Brady. I can already tell Brady isn’t the type of person to listen to orders from anyone. There’s no way he’s going to be the first one to leave. Plus, it will give me a chance to find out what the hell he’s really doing here.
Finn whips his head around to stare at me, his eyes wide with hurt and disbelief.
“So it’s going to be like that, huh?” he asks me angrily. “Fine. You two have a great run.”
Before I can say anything to convince him that I’m not doing this to purposefully hurt him, he’s already stalked off and disappeared around the bend.
Brady chuckles and I turn to face him.
“Oh, that’s nice. It’s good you can see the humor in a situation that isn’t funny at all,” I angrily tell him.
“Sweetheart, that guy is one argument away from blowing someone’s head off with his side arm. Sue me if I think it’s a riot that you’ve put all your trust in someone like that and think I’m the bad guy.”
Until now, I haven’t seen or spoken to Brady since right before the concert when I handed him the list he asked for of people who might have it out for me. And actually, I didn’t speak to him then either. I was still too keyed up from the fight with Eve to do much more than shove the list in his hands and walk away to warm up.
“Here, the list you requested.” I walked up to him right outside my dressing room and smacked the piece of paper into his chest so he had to quickly grab onto it before it fell to the ground.
I ignored the fact that touching his chest felt like touching a brick wall—a very muscular, firm brick wall that radiated heat.
I crossed my arms in front of me as he perused the list, raising one eyebrow at me when he was finished.
“There’s only three names on here.”
The disbelief and confusion in his voice immediately put me on edge.
“Contrary to what you might think, I’m not hated the world over. Most people actually like me.”
He looked like he wanted to say something else, but I cut him off before he could laugh at me or make another snide comment about what he thinks of me.
“I have to get ready. The exit is down the hall to the left. Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out,” I lob at him sarcastically before turning around, walking into my dressing room, and slamming the door behind me.
The list I gave him only contained a few names: another singer or two who had made a few silly threats to me in the tabloids because I got invited to events they didn’t and an interviewer from a magazine who liked to constantly make remarks about how the world would be a better place if I wasn’t singing in it. And she was just bitter because she used to work for me, and Finn caught her skimming money from the top.
It’s not that I think Brady’s the bad guy. Not really. I just don’t know him or trust him. I trust Finn with everything and I just sent him away. This guy comes in here like he’s hot shit and looks at me like I’m dirt on his shoe. How the hell am I