Page 6 of The Trust
But I’m not ready to break the streak.
Not ready to have crazed fans running down my door just to see him.
The false interest, and threat to patrons.
And I certainly don’t need the influx of gym signups only to realize Mac’s nothere. Not for them.
For me.
And for them to drop the membership like a hot coal. It’s already quieter in here than I prefer.
“What, I can’t ask about your boy toy?” Lemon snaps back and spins on me with a wing to his brow. I growl. “Who pissed in your Lucky Charms, my boy? Jeez.”
I’m on edge and having Lemon run his mouth is making it worse.
“Just stop. Stop talking about him.”
He rears back and blinks at me, his face screaming all the attitude with just the lift of his brows.
“Uhm, unless there’s a breakup you need to tell me about, I don’t think I like your tone.”
“What? No.No.”
“Then the fuck?” He holds his hands out, his lips turned down deep.
Mac and I haven’t really talked it through yet, how to present in public.
It’s all been me making the call as his bodyguard.
I mean, I feel like I know how he’d want to be, and the people in our lives that matter know about us. We’re open in front of them.
But my business and his career.
Fans and the media.
People knocking down doors just to get info and pics of us?
It’s a security risk.
It’s not that I’m hiding.
The little flag in the pen holder winks at me as proof. It’s a Pride ally flag that was gifted by a patron, but still.
We’re safe here.
He’s safe here.
Everyone is.
And it’s my job to keep it that way.
“Just off today, Lem,” I offer and hope it’s enough to calm the mini attack dog of a friend.
He levels me with a look that has me sweating just a little bit more.
I am not hiding.
“Okay, sure,” he says as if hearing my inner thoughts and rolls his eyes.
