Page 79 of Hidden Truths

“Did you send this to Harrison?” I ask.

Jo nods. “But Cal, they said the first episode specifically.”

“Ezra’s episode.”

Jo nods again. “We didn’t advertise that. We didn’t even mention Ezra’s case would be in any of the episodes.”

“It could be a lucky guess,” I say. Jo frowns. “Yeah, I don’t believe that either.”

“Double the security when you need to go anywhere. Get someone on Cora and Harlow at all times. Let me know what Harrison thinks.”

“I will,” Jo says, turning to go make sure everything is as it should be after the show.

I walk up to where everyone is waiting for me to talk to the fans. “I have to go. Jo will update you,” I tell Kai.

“Everything okay?” he asks.

“No,” I say and run for where the exit is. The buses are parked right behind the arena in a closed off area, but it feels like my girls aren’t close enough.

I practically slam into the metal bar, pushing it open and running to my bus.

“Firecracker?” I say, panting as I make my way onto the bus.

“What’s wrong?” Harlow asks the moment she sees me. I pull her into my sweaty chest and hold her as tightly as I can while still letting her breathe. “Cal? You’re scaring me.”

I tell her everything about the email without loosening my hold on her.

“You need to shower,” she says after a few minutes of silence. I pull away just enough to see her face.

“What are you going to do?”

“Get ahead of it.” She tries to get out of my arms, but I don’t let her go.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I ask.

“Do you trust me?” she asks.

“With everything I am,” I answer honestly.

She leans up and kisses the side of my jaw. “Go shower. Cora is sleeping. I won’t leave the bus.”

I sigh and let her go. “I don’t like this, Firecracker.”

“I don’t either, but I won’t let someone threaten me or my daughter.”

A smile breaks through all my worry with the fierce way she just claimed Cora.

“What about Jo?”

Harlow snorts. “If they’re dumb enough to threaten Jo, then it’s their funeral.”

I kiss her, but she pulls away too soon.

“Don’t get any ideas. You smell.”

“Can I get ideas after I shower?” I ask, wagging my eyebrows.

Harlow laughs. “We’ll see.”

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