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thinks you’re getting worse, not better,” he said.
    “Who’s MadDance Ink?”
    “MadDance Incorporated. They’re paying for your tour expenses and manager, in exchange for your fitness to perform. You understand how all this works? You signed a contract, Miss Reynolds.”
    She remembered signing a contract. She didn’t need some towering, muscle-bound bodyguard throwing it in her face. What the fuck kind of name was Ransom anyway? “My name’s Lola,” she snapped. “You calling me Miss Reynolds in that fucking tone doesn’t make you a polite guy.”
    “I’m not here to be polite. I’m here to keep you alive and healthy for the next two months.”
    Ugh. Jerk. Smartass. He was going to throw attitude at her all fucking day and all fucking night. She stared out the window at the sunlight and wondered what city she was in. She didn’t want to ask because she didn’t want to admit how out of touch she’d become with the day-to-day schedule. She didn’t want to admit how dependent she’d become on Marty during this tour.
    “Why don’t you get out of here so I can sleep?” She left the chair and went back to her rumpled bed, burrowing under the sheets. Had he slept in the other bed? She couldn’t tell. It was neatly made up.
    “You should take a shower before the food gets here,” he suggested. “Or are you just going to wear that same outfit on through to tomorrow night?”
    “That’s none of your fucking business.” But yeah, she was gross. Her clothes were wrinkled and slept in. She needed to take off her stale makeup. Her haphazard braids looked like rats had been gnawing on them. “I want to take a shower, but not with you in the room.”
    “Sorry, I can’t leave. I’m on supervisory detail.”
    Ugh. She’d known he wouldn’t leave.
    “If you stay here, you’re probably going to see me naked,” she said, in some pathetic attempt to rattle him.
    “I pretty much saw you naked during your set last night.”
    No, not rattled at all. He raked a gaze over her body, and even with the shirt on over her skimpy costume, she felt exposed.
    “Listen, kid,” he said when his dark eyes finally meandered back to her face. “I’ve seen plenty of bare skin in my line of work. It doesn’t matter to me. I have a job to do, and that job is getting you to each venue of this tour on time and in shape to perform. You can parade around naked if you like, or you can wrap up in a towel. You can sing in the shower. You can pick your nose or scratch your ass. You can pretend I don’t exist, but I’m going to be within ten feet of you for the next couple months, so if I were you, I’d just take that shower.”
    She went to her luggage in a huff, dragging it with her toward the bathroom door. She thought she might still have some ecstasy tablets stashed in the front pocket of her cosmetics bag.
    “Oh, and just so you aren’t disappointed, I’ve already been through your things and confiscated the items you’re not allowed to have.”
    She froze mid-step. “What do you mean, you’ve been through my things ?”
    “I mean that I looked through all your belongings and confiscated items you’re not allowed to—”
    “What the fuck! You pawed through my personal shit?”
    She had private journals and lingerie with her. Condoms and lube and sex toys. She could see from the glint in his eyes that he’d found all those things and more during his illegal luggage search.
    “Just doing my job,” he said.
    “You’re an asshole. I never agreed to this. I’ll quit this fucking tour and they’ll be sorry.” She put her hands on her hips and let him have it, even though he was so much bigger than her. “I don’t need the money from these festivals, you fucking prick. Do you know how much I made last year? Enough that I don’t have to put up with this kind of bullshit.”
    He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. They both knew she couldn’t quit, because she’d signed a contract, and somewhere in