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“Danny, is it?” he questions then pauses for a second. Dean has a bad habit of plucking my thoughts right out of my head. “Grant?” My name comes out as a warning.
“There’s nothing going on between me and the singer, Harper,” I say truthfully. Almost.
“Okay. Then there’s another reason why you called me.”
“Actually, I need to talk to Hale. Siles Barrett, Warrior Black’s ex-manager was in a relationship with Danny. I found out their break up was not so amicable.”
“How so?”
“The fucker was beating on him. After Danny left Barrett with nothing, he promised retribution. But that was five years ago.” I’m not about to explain that Connor was the one who actually did the breaking up between Danny and Siles. That’s a moot point.
A low growl tears through the phone. “Were the police involved?”
“No.”
“Jesus Christ.” Silence. “So you think Barrett’s the stalker?” There’s a note of uncertainty in my boss’s voice. “And you think the reason is payback?”
“I don’t know, but I have a gut feeling we’re on the right track. We need to look into his activities. His whereabouts in the last month. Get something with his handwriting to compare with the letters.”
“Alright. I’ll have Hale check where he has been—But Tobias, putting aside the bullshit between you and my brother, I trust your gut on this. You’re never wrong.”
The tension in my chest loosens at Dean’s admission. “I think he is a person of interest, until he isn’t,” I declare.
“Hale—no, better yet, I will call you when he finds something.” With that, Dean hangs up.
I glance down at my cell, confirming the call is ended before shoving the phone into my pants pocket. “Bastard. He never says goodbye,” I mutter to myself, but knowing the reason why.
With my mind somewhat eased by knowing Hale will be looking into Barrett’s activities, I whistle for Saint to follow as I head back to the house. However, no matter how hard I push, I can’t seem to erase the memory of the hurt look on Danny’s face. The singer is already so far under my skin, he’s to the marrow of my bones.
It’s crazy to think it’s been only a few days since I met Danny, and heard him sing with such passion. Yet, I already have feelings for the singer. That admission stings. Reason being, even with our mutual attraction, there’s no chance for us. I’m far from ready to be involved with another guy, and maybe too jaded after the shit I went through with Carl.
Hook ups? They aren’t my thing, and I get the feeling they aren’t for Danny either, which proves my point. We can’t be together. If we try to make it casual between us, it’ll turn into more. I know it like I know the size of my cock. Sleeping with Danny would be more. More than a fuck. More than the mind blowing orgasm I know I’d have with the lead singer.
Danny’s the drug I wouldn’t be able to resist. And if I get a taste of him, I’ll be an addict for life.
Needless to say, I can’t let that happen. Not when his life is at risk, or my career and his. I’ll make sure to keep my distance from Danny at all cost. I just hope he fully understands this is for his own good.
With those thoughts, I walk into the house and find it eerily quiet. I go check Danny’s room, expecting to hear music behind the closed door, but all there is, is silence.
I have the urge to knock, to see if he’s okay. Instead, I back away, feeling my chest constrict with tension. I tell Saint to stay and head back out.
It’s for the best,I repeat to myself as I stalk back into the woods, needing to let loose my pent up attraction and aggression. Giving myself enough distance from the house, I unzip my fly and yank out my dick. If I can’t have Danny, my hand will have to do.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
Danny
What the hell am I doing? I drop my note pad onto the floor and fall back against the mattress, my eyes tracing the popcorn ceiling. I’m frustrated with myself and my lack of inspiration to write any lyrics in the last hour. I don’t want to sit here and sulk anymore. I’ve done that enough in my lifetime. But what can I do?
I can’t keep hiding inside this room whenever I have a conflict with Tobias.
So what if Tobias doesn’t want me. I haven’t needed a guy in a long time. I’m not about to start now and pine for someone who clearly says that he won’t cross the line… whatever that is.
Tobias’s confession hurt, but I’ve been through worse. I’ll get over this hurdle like I’ve done all the others. All I need to do is remain focused on my music, and I’ll be fine. Hopefully. But for now, I need to clear my head with fresh air.
Once I change out of my yoga pants and into a pair of my well-worn sweat pants, I grab my favorite running shoes and step out of the room to find the house… empty.
Okay, nearly empty. Saint is curled up on the sofa. The second he sees me, the dog jumps down and dashes over to me. I quickly look around for Tobias, but he’s nowhere to be seen.