Page 102 of Lost Track

Why she had fixated on smell of all the things she could have fixated on, she had no idea. But for some reason, how she smelled had gone to the top of the list of things to worry about.

So much so, that the night before she’d had a dream where her perfume had caused everyone at the awards show to go into anaphylactic shock.

She basically had two options.

Okay she had three.

A super sexy, warm scent, that was definitely more of a “night” perfume.

A bright, fresh faintly floral scent that she wore daily.

Or nothing.

She grabbed both bottles and shoved them into her bag. She would ask the stylist person when she got there.

A stylist.

Catherine.

Sabine didn’t know her last name. Just that some unknown number had begun asking her very personal questions a few days ago.

A heads-up would have saved her the panic attack. But Dave hadn’t thought to tell her.

Honestly, Sabine felt silly for not figuring it out sooner.

She rushed out the door and to the elevator. She checked her phone for the time. Damn it. Her ride was probably waiting.

She hated being late.

By the time the elevator released her onto the main floor, she was sweating.

Dave’s security man, Darius Masoud, was waiting by the door. He greeted her with his brilliant smile, and she hopped into the back of the black SUV.

If Darius was picking her up, then that meant Dallas was getting Dave.

“How’s your day, Mr. Masoud?’ she asked him.

“It’s been uneventful, Miss Debois.”

“You can call me Sabine,” she reminded him. For the tenth time.

“Please call me Darius.”

“I suppose that’s fair.” She sighed and looked out the window at the city as they drove through town.

To the private plane that was going to take them to Los Angeles.

If she thought about it, she would throw up.

When Dave had asked her if she was free on Saturday, she really should have asked more questions.

But no.

She’d jumped at the chance to be there for him.

Literally.

Her phone had pinged with his text and she’d jumped on her bed for a full two minutes before she’d responded. Partly because she needed to expel the energy she wanted to use to hunt down his mom and coochie punch her. And partly because she wanted to be that person for him. The one he called when he needed someone.

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