the security team that surrounds us. The noise level outside that circle grows, and though I can’t see a darn thing past the wall of giants, the light flickers with the flashes from cameras, and I can hear shrill hear feminine cries.
“It’s him! It’s Adam Kincaid!”
“He’s so hot. I love him!”
“Adam! I want to have your babies!”
“Is he with a girl ?”
“Holy shit.” This is surreal. Adrenaline rushes through me as the chaos seems to grow exponentially, and then again. The noise, the lights are deafening. I can’t even get a sense of our surroundings, because Adam’s security team seems to be holding back a tsunami of human crazy.
It’s all a blur of deafening noise and shattered light. Then suddenly Adam, two of the security guards and I are shoved into an elevator. I didn’t even realize we’d made it across the lobby of the hotel. The rest of the giants form a line in front of the door, blocking it off, and after what seems like forever—a really, really loud forever—the elevator door closes.
“Christ on a cracker.” Mouth dry, I press my forehead against the glass wall of the elevator. We can see the crowd that has formed, hundreds of people who only moments ago were normal, going about their daily lives, transformed into gibbering idiots by the mere presence of one man.
One man who is still holding tightly to my hand. He didn’t let me go, not even through all of that. He kept me close, kept me safe... just like he said he would when he got me away from Henry Thomas.
Not too many people have kept their word like that throughout my life, and it means more to me than he could possibly know. I’m mortified to feel tears prickle at the backs of my eyes.
“That’s some superpower you’ve got there.” If my voice is a little thick, I figure I’m the only one who knows. I force myself to pull my hand from the warmth of his.
It won’t do to get used to that warm, safe feeling, after all.
Adam removes his baseball cap and the ridiculously large sunglasses that he still manages to make sexy, and for the first time since I’ve met him, he seems a little uncertain. “Yeah... that’s the shitty part of the job.”
“Shitty?” I raise an eyebrow as the elevator comes to a stop on the highest floor. Adam, seeming to know the drill, stays put while one guard gets out first and looks around, so I stay too.
“I’d think that would be your favorite. Millions of women... and men... worshipping you. Isn’t that why guys join bands?” The security guard returns and gestures for me to exit first, then Adam, but Adam glowers, tucking me in tight behind him as we leave.
My heart melts a bit again. The protective streak that I never would have guessed he’d have is really quite sweet.
Shit, I’m a goner.
“And how many of those people do you think actually care about me, as a person?” Adam’s words are muffled by the deafening silence of the seemingly abandoned top floor. The plush white carpet beneath our feet— really, white carpet for a public place?— muffles the sound of our footsteps, adding to the sense that we’re all alone, even though the giants are with us.
I cast Adam a sidelong glance, sure he can’t be serious, but his face is solemn. “They all just want something from me. Even these guys. They take their job seriously, but at the end of the day, they just want their paycheques.” He gestures to the biggest guard, the one Amy called Sax, who just shrugs and goes to open the door at the far end of the hall.
“And I didn’t fall all over you, that day in Miss Black’s office.” I say slowly. This, this makes sense. .. if he feels like he’s surrounded by people who just want something from him, then I’m a novelty. The realization kinda hurts. Is that the only reason I’m here? Am I imagining those sparks?
“Right.” Adam’s eyes sweep over me as he places his hand on the small of my back, urges me through the door and into the safety of the
“It’s him! It’s Adam Kincaid!”
“He’s so hot. I love him!”
“Adam! I want to have your babies!”
“Is he with a girl ?”
“Holy shit.” This is surreal. Adrenaline rushes through me as the chaos seems to grow exponentially, and then again. The noise, the lights are deafening. I can’t even get a sense of our surroundings, because Adam’s security team seems to be holding back a tsunami of human crazy.
It’s all a blur of deafening noise and shattered light. Then suddenly Adam, two of the security guards and I are shoved into an elevator. I didn’t even realize we’d made it across the lobby of the hotel. The rest of the giants form a line in front of the door, blocking it off, and after what seems like forever—a really, really loud forever—the elevator door closes.
“Christ on a cracker.” Mouth dry, I press my forehead against the glass wall of the elevator. We can see the crowd that has formed, hundreds of people who only moments ago were normal, going about their daily lives, transformed into gibbering idiots by the mere presence of one man.
One man who is still holding tightly to my hand. He didn’t let me go, not even through all of that. He kept me close, kept me safe... just like he said he would when he got me away from Henry Thomas.
Not too many people have kept their word like that throughout my life, and it means more to me than he could possibly know. I’m mortified to feel tears prickle at the backs of my eyes.
“That’s some superpower you’ve got there.” If my voice is a little thick, I figure I’m the only one who knows. I force myself to pull my hand from the warmth of his.
It won’t do to get used to that warm, safe feeling, after all.
Adam removes his baseball cap and the ridiculously large sunglasses that he still manages to make sexy, and for the first time since I’ve met him, he seems a little uncertain. “Yeah... that’s the shitty part of the job.”
“Shitty?” I raise an eyebrow as the elevator comes to a stop on the highest floor. Adam, seeming to know the drill, stays put while one guard gets out first and looks around, so I stay too.
“I’d think that would be your favorite. Millions of women... and men... worshipping you. Isn’t that why guys join bands?” The security guard returns and gestures for me to exit first, then Adam, but Adam glowers, tucking me in tight behind him as we leave.
My heart melts a bit again. The protective streak that I never would have guessed he’d have is really quite sweet.
Shit, I’m a goner.
“And how many of those people do you think actually care about me, as a person?” Adam’s words are muffled by the deafening silence of the seemingly abandoned top floor. The plush white carpet beneath our feet— really, white carpet for a public place?— muffles the sound of our footsteps, adding to the sense that we’re all alone, even though the giants are with us.
I cast Adam a sidelong glance, sure he can’t be serious, but his face is solemn. “They all just want something from me. Even these guys. They take their job seriously, but at the end of the day, they just want their paycheques.” He gestures to the biggest guard, the one Amy called Sax, who just shrugs and goes to open the door at the far end of the hall.
“And I didn’t fall all over you, that day in Miss Black’s office.” I say slowly. This, this makes sense. .. if he feels like he’s surrounded by people who just want something from him, then I’m a novelty. The realization kinda hurts. Is that the only reason I’m here? Am I imagining those sparks?
“Right.” Adam’s eyes sweep over me as he places his hand on the small of my back, urges me through the door and into the safety of the
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