Page 11 of Killer Notes
“Callum’s right,” I say, pulling out of Connor’s arms. I glance back into the control room, but Tobias is nowhere in sight. “How about food?”
“Where are we eating?” Bobby asks, rubbing his hands together. “I’m starving.”
“You’re always starving. How about Choy’s,” Callum suggests. “I’m in the mood for some dim sum.”
“What? No shrimp on the barbie?” Connor cackles.
“Whacker! Stop it already with the Aussie jokes.” Callum wraps his arm around Connor’s neck and wrestles him to the ground.
“Children,” Ron shouts, pinching the of his nose. “Jesus Christ.”
I ignore Connor and Callum and head out of the sound room, with Bobby and Raef behind me.
We enter the lounge area where our new bodyguards wait. I try not to look in Tobias’s direction, but I find it hard not to gawk at the gorgeous man.
Ron steps in my line of sight, blocking my view of Tobias Grant. “I’ll see you back at the condo later. Danny, good job on the vocals. I want the same intensity when we record, after we get back from the festival. The execs won’t know what hit them with this album,” he chortles with glee. He waves us off and leaves.
“Does he mean that?” Callum ask with wide eyes.
“Ron doesn’t lie,” Raef counters with a nudge to our bandmate.
There’s a moment where silence fills the room. My friends look at Tobias and John, not sure what to do next. I, on the other hand, keep my attention anywhere other than the man coming up on my right.
“Where are we going?” Tobias asks. God, his gruff voice is sending tingles to my dick.
“To Choy’s for lunch. Then back here,” Connor explains with a hint of annoyance and steps between me and my bodyguard.
I narrow my eyes at my friend, who’s smiling at me.
“Tobias, Danny and Connor ride with you, and the rest of you guys are with me,” John instructs as he moves around the couch.
“Okay.” I nod at John.
“I think it’s best that Connor—" Tobias begins to say.
“I’m riding with Danny,” Connor cuts in. “Now lead the way, big man.”
Tobias shoots a brief glare at John before leading us out of the building. Apparently, my bodyguard isn’t happy about being here. And least of all, guarding me. A sudden twinge of unhappiness skitters through me, but I don’t know why.
He opens the back door to the SUV and Connor climbs in, but I open the front passenger side.
“What are you doing?” the bodyguard grates out, his hand clamping over mine on the door handle. A zing of electricity bolts up my arm and a bloom of warmth fills my chest. I quickly pull my hand free and step back.
“Getting in the car,” I barely manage to say, without jerking back another step, or two.
“I prefer you sitting in the back.” There’s a hint of ice in Tobias’s tone that draws the fear out of me.
“Hey man, Danny gets car sick easily if he rides in the back,” Connor explains, sticking his head out of the window.
“It ain’t no lie,” Raef shouts from the other vehicle. “He’ll get sick real bad.”
Tobias’s jaw tightens.If he gnashes his teeth anymore…
“It’s okay.” I slide in next to my friend and close the back door. “I don’t want to sit next to someone who’s intolerant,” I whisper to Connor.
“Are you sure?” Connor asks with concern, his eyes roving over my face.
“If I get sick, I know where to throw up,” I reply with a smirk, before glancing at the man who’s grimacing at me in the rearview mirror.