Page 114 of Lost Track

“Let me know if it’s too much and we can go.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she muttered, squeezing his hand. He absolutely meant what he said and she knew it. But there was no way she was going to miss seeing him in his element.

The red carpet was about what she expected.

Tons of people. Everywhere.

Her training kicked in and she didn’t look anyone in the eye, keeping her vision in the areasaroundwhere their faces were.

They were at their second photo op when she felt the slippery fabric of her dress start to slip to the side of her chest. Her hand still in Dave’s flinched and he turned to look at her.

“I have to fix my dress,” she whispered under her breath.

He glanced down to her cleavage and then positioned his body directly in front of her.

Oh.

He was blocking the cameras.

She quickly tugged the dress back into place and smoothed it down. Oh, it wasn’t as bad as she feared. It wasn’t often she went out in public with this much showing. As in never. But she was still covered. No side boob, no nip slips. Catherine had equipped her perfectly.

“Okay.”

“You good?” he asked.

That was when she realized he was standing impossibly close. His fingers tugged slightly on a strand of her hair and she glanced up into his beautiful indigo eyes.

And she smiled.

His eyes were always the happiest, softest place to land.

All she could do was nod and he pivoted back to be by her side.

He had just turned his back to all the cameras and didn’t care for a second that he was being rude. As if it was her carpet walk not his.

He took her hand and tucked it into the crook of his arm, patted it, and smiled down at her.

They moved down the carpet and he didn’t let go of her the entire time.

A well-dressed woman with a microphone and a cameraman waved him over and he happily tugged Sabine along. She stopped out of view of the camera and he hopped onto the platform for the interview.

The woman with the microphone eyed Sabine like she was trying to place her. Someone said something in her earpiece and she focused on Dave.

“Sunshine Capone,” the woman greeted. “Nominated for two awards tonight including best hip-hop album, how are you feeling?”

“Honestly, I forgot I was nominated.” He laughed. “But it’s cool. It’s always cool to be nominated.”

“You look amazing. Very dapper. Who are you wearing tonight?”

“Catherine Anne put it together. I think she said it’s one of hers.”

That was accurate. Sabine remembered. He glanced over his shoulder as if to ask her to verify, so she nodded. He waved a hand like he wanted her to join him.

She frowned and shook her head.

This was his moment.

“No tour this year? Maybe next year?” The interviewer asked.

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