“Roscoe was being a little overzealous. I’ll have a talk with him.” The stranger cut me off. Then he turned to me. I still couldn’t see much of his face, given the hood and the baseball cap he wore under it. He sighed and pushed the hood off before spinning his hat around backwards. “But we’ve met before.”
The handsome guy from the diner yesterday looked down at me, clearly unimpressed with the scene I’d caused.
My heart lurched as I felt that pull of attraction to him again. He was so ridiculously good looking. The scruff on his face couldn’t hide his masculine features. Seriously, the guy could model for Calvin Klein. And if anything, the backwards hat only highlighted his attractive face in that bad boy, tough way.
Or maybe it had something to do with his expression. He clearly wasn’t happy with me.
Once again I’d proved to be too much hassle for someone. Story of my life.
I gave him a little half smile and shrugged. I wasn’t going to apologize for being freaked out because a guy I didn’t know had grabbed me.
“Is that true, miss?” a security guard on my right asked. “Are you okay to stay here with Mister B—”
“She’s good,” my mystery man answered for me.
“Yeah, we’re going to need to hear from her before we’ll leave,” my favorite security guard replied in a snarky tone.
I think I had a new friend. I smiled at the thought even as I agreed with the hot guy. “Yeah, I know him. I’m okay.”
“Of course you are,” my ex-security-bestie said in that same snarky tone, only this time it was directed at me.
I turned to give him a what-the-hell look, but he and his friends were already on their way back to the VIP area.
Leaving me alone with two guys who—despite what I’d just said—I didn’t really know.
Tension thrummed through our little trio.
I couldn’t take the strain and looked down at my outfit. I’d felt so cute when I’d gotten dressed. I’d thought this light blue denim dress trimmed in lace had been just the outfit for the festival. But now the vee neck made me feel exposed. Despite my smallish chest.
I tugged at the neckline, but that only made the middle oddly pooch because of my jacket still tied around my waist. Now I looked pregnant.
“Do you have something to say?” my mystery guy asked the top of my head because I was still struggling with my dress.
Ha. No. I still wasn’t going to apologize.
“Uh, yeah.” Roscoe coughed and cleared his throat. “I’m sorry for grabbing you. I never should’ve put my hands on you, Emma. It won’t happen again.”
I stopped playing with my dress and jerked my head up to stare at Roscoe in confusion. That was not what I’d expected to happen.
Roscoe blinked a few times. “I was just trying to get your attention. I’m sorry that I scared you.”
“I, uh, okay,” I muttered in disbelief. “Thank you.”
Roscoe jerked his head in a tight nod, then turned to the hot guy. “But you should know she’s refusing to go into the VIP area. That’s what started this whole misunderstanding.”
“It’s not a misunderstanding.” I shook my head. “I’m really not going in there. I came for the music, not to play spoiled princess. So I’ll just be…” I jerked a thumb at the heaving crowd a few hundred feet away.
“Shit.” Hot Guy winced then sighed. “Okay, let’s go.”
Roscoe grimaced. “B, you can’t—”
“Isn’t that what I pay you for?” Hot Guy cut him off. Then the two of them had a little staring contest. I couldn’t tell who was winning.
“Um, not to be rude, but who are you?”
My question put an end to their staring contest as they both swung around to stare at me in disbelief.
“What?” Hot Guy asked.
