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rolled his eyes. I grinned.
It was when we were approaching the back door of the venue that all hell broke loose. I saw the group of women lingering by the back door. They didn’t look like press. They looked like groupies.
“Hey, that’s gotta be him,” I heard one of them say as they caught sight of me, Jack, and the stroller. The whole group started moving toward us quickly.
“Shit.”
I stopped in my tracks and moved around the stroller so that I was in front of Henry. At least five of the eight women had their phones out, ready to take my nephew’s picture.
Jack moved ahead of us and held his hand out in front of himself. “Stop right there,” he commanded.
The girls actually stopped. And they all looked up, way up. Mouths dropped open, lips were licked. I think a few actually drooled.
“Wow, who are you?” A girl in a tight tank top with a billion necklaces roped around her neck asked Jack.
“I’m the tour manager. We’re going inside now, and I don’t want any photos taken, got it?”
A girl, who was wearing one of the shirts Hank always threw into the crowd during his concerts, stepped toward Jack, phone in hand. “Can I take your picture?”
Jack looked surprised. “I guess.”
While they were posing for selfies with Jack, as if he were actually Sean himself, I saw him wave his hand at me behind his back. I took the hint and started sneaking toward the loading dock with Henry.
We were almost to the concrete steps that led up to the door when one girl broke away from the group and approached us. She was practically running, right for Henry. I put myself between her and the stroller.
“Stop!”
She kept coming, so I stuck my hand out. The girl ran into it and fell down on the pavement, flat on her ass.
She looked up at me, a ridiculous pout on her face. “Jesus. I just wanted to take a look. That’s Sean Rush’s kid.”
As if I didn’t know that. “Too bad, honey.”
She got up and tried to stare me down. “Who are you, anyway?”
I saw Jack headed toward us, the rest of the groupies in his wake.
“I’m Sean Rush’s little sister,” I said proudly.
“I don’t believe you. You the nanny or something?”
Now I was pissed. I couldn’t really identify exactly what about all this made me so angry, but it sure as shit did. “Fuck off.”
Jack reached me and took ahold of the stroller. “Come on, let’s get inside.” He lifted the stroller and carried it and Henry up the steps to the door. He looked back at me. “Stac, come on.”
I turned to follow him, but then I heard one of the girls say, “She’s probably some groupie they let take care of the kid in exchange for blow jobs.”
I whirled around and focused on the speaker. She was a bigger girl, and that suited me just fine. I grabbed onto one of the skinny straps to her top with one hand. The other made a fist. I cocked my arm back. Her mouth puckered into an ‘O.’
“Stacey!” Jack’s bark paused me.
I loosened my grip on the girl and stared at her for a minute. Then I felt his big hand on my other arm.
“Let’s go,” he demanded. He pulled me up the steps and in the door.
Henry was still in the stroller, a security guy standing in front him like he was guarding the crown jewels.
Jack pushed me against the closed door and leaned down to look in my eyes. “What the hell was that all about?”
His arms were on either side of my head, his hands propped against the door. I was trapped between the steel at my back and Jack’s tall, muscular frame. My chest tightened and my breathing was shallow.
“Well?” His breath fanned my face and my mouth went dry. Shit. I was incapable of speech.
Jack stared into my eyes. His face softened, and he leaned closer. What the hell was this?
Trying to compose myself, I shrugged. “They pissed me off.”
“Do you have some sort of anger management problem I’m not aware of?”
I was still reeling from what had transpired outside, not to mention what was
It was when we were approaching the back door of the venue that all hell broke loose. I saw the group of women lingering by the back door. They didn’t look like press. They looked like groupies.
“Hey, that’s gotta be him,” I heard one of them say as they caught sight of me, Jack, and the stroller. The whole group started moving toward us quickly.
“Shit.”
I stopped in my tracks and moved around the stroller so that I was in front of Henry. At least five of the eight women had their phones out, ready to take my nephew’s picture.
Jack moved ahead of us and held his hand out in front of himself. “Stop right there,” he commanded.
The girls actually stopped. And they all looked up, way up. Mouths dropped open, lips were licked. I think a few actually drooled.
“Wow, who are you?” A girl in a tight tank top with a billion necklaces roped around her neck asked Jack.
“I’m the tour manager. We’re going inside now, and I don’t want any photos taken, got it?”
A girl, who was wearing one of the shirts Hank always threw into the crowd during his concerts, stepped toward Jack, phone in hand. “Can I take your picture?”
Jack looked surprised. “I guess.”
While they were posing for selfies with Jack, as if he were actually Sean himself, I saw him wave his hand at me behind his back. I took the hint and started sneaking toward the loading dock with Henry.
We were almost to the concrete steps that led up to the door when one girl broke away from the group and approached us. She was practically running, right for Henry. I put myself between her and the stroller.
“Stop!”
She kept coming, so I stuck my hand out. The girl ran into it and fell down on the pavement, flat on her ass.
She looked up at me, a ridiculous pout on her face. “Jesus. I just wanted to take a look. That’s Sean Rush’s kid.”
As if I didn’t know that. “Too bad, honey.”
She got up and tried to stare me down. “Who are you, anyway?”
I saw Jack headed toward us, the rest of the groupies in his wake.
“I’m Sean Rush’s little sister,” I said proudly.
“I don’t believe you. You the nanny or something?”
Now I was pissed. I couldn’t really identify exactly what about all this made me so angry, but it sure as shit did. “Fuck off.”
Jack reached me and took ahold of the stroller. “Come on, let’s get inside.” He lifted the stroller and carried it and Henry up the steps to the door. He looked back at me. “Stac, come on.”
I turned to follow him, but then I heard one of the girls say, “She’s probably some groupie they let take care of the kid in exchange for blow jobs.”
I whirled around and focused on the speaker. She was a bigger girl, and that suited me just fine. I grabbed onto one of the skinny straps to her top with one hand. The other made a fist. I cocked my arm back. Her mouth puckered into an ‘O.’
“Stacey!” Jack’s bark paused me.
I loosened my grip on the girl and stared at her for a minute. Then I felt his big hand on my other arm.
“Let’s go,” he demanded. He pulled me up the steps and in the door.
Henry was still in the stroller, a security guy standing in front him like he was guarding the crown jewels.
Jack pushed me against the closed door and leaned down to look in my eyes. “What the hell was that all about?”
His arms were on either side of my head, his hands propped against the door. I was trapped between the steel at my back and Jack’s tall, muscular frame. My chest tightened and my breathing was shallow.
“Well?” His breath fanned my face and my mouth went dry. Shit. I was incapable of speech.
Jack stared into my eyes. His face softened, and he leaned closer. What the hell was this?
Trying to compose myself, I shrugged. “They pissed me off.”
“Do you have some sort of anger management problem I’m not aware of?”
I was still reeling from what had transpired outside, not to mention what was
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