Gabriel comes out with his gym bag over his shoulder. “I’m not trying to step on your toes here, but I’m guessing it would help if I explained what’s going on to Amy.”
“Yes, please,” Amy says, nodding rapidly.
Thankful that he’s going to deliver whatever information we can share, I smile. “That would be great. Let’s all sit down.”
I move to the kitchen table and pull out a chair, and Gabriel and Amy do the same. When we’re all seated, Gabriel starts.
“Scarlett’s safety is my number one priority.”
“Perfect. That’s a great start,” Amy says, brushing her coppery curls over her shoulder, and then she sits up straighter to give him her full, undivided attention.
“We have reason to believe that someone could possibly target her due to her relationship with me. And since I’m not going to let that happen, there will be a guy in that SUV who can handle himself and whatever might come up for as long as there are any security concerns.”
“Oh my God. This sounds bad. Really bad.” Amy’s gaze cuts to mine. “Should we call the police? They’d probably send someone to sit out there too.”
I shake my head. “No, that’s unnecessary. You know that the paps would find out, and then we’d have stories leaked and it would be a big mess. We’re keeping this quiet. You know how much privacy means to me.”
A crease forms in Amy’s brow. “But your safety ...”
“Scarlett’s safe right where she is. I’m staying here with her, and no one’s ever going to make it through me to get to her. Understand, Amy?”
“Yeah. I think so.” Poor Amy looks like she’s about to faint or freak out, so I’m relieved when Gabriel smiles at her.
“It’ll all be fine. But I’m going to get out of your hair and head to my office,” he says, rising to his feet.
“You sure?” I ask, my apprehension climbing.
Gabriel leans down to press a kiss to my cheek. “I’m positive. Do your thing, ladybug. I’ll be back before you know it.”
“I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you too,” he says quietly, but I know there’s no way Amy missed it. “I’ll text you to let you know what I’ve got going down today. Let Hal know if you need anything.”
After I agree, he heads out the back door, leaving Amy staring after him.
“You’re in love with each other,” she whispers, and tears fill her eyes. “That was the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m happy for you, Scarlett.”
I take in my manager’s face, overcome with pure joy, and I’m grateful I have her in my life and on my team. “Thank you. He makes me really happy.”
“I’m glad.” Her expression loses a bit of its luster. “But this security thing scares me. Are you sure you’re safe? Ishesafe? Does he have any security following him around?”
“I think Gabriel is more than capable of taking care of himself, but I understand what you’re saying. It’s all new to me too. The only thing I can hope for is that it’ll all be over soon.”
I straighten the place mat in front of me, pick up a crumb, and flick it away. “Now, what do we have on the agenda for this week?”
Thirteen
Legend
The contract is waitingin my email by the time I get to the club—just as I envisioned.Maybe there’s even more to that visualizing shit than I thought.
“We got the fucking fight,” I yell to Q, whose door is open one office over.
“Fuck yeah!” he yells back, and he’s in my doorway a few seconds later. “Thank fuck. I swear to Christ, I was about to have a goddamn coronary waiting for the thing to come through. How does it look?”
I scan the document, catching the highlights and the numbers. The first contract is for the venue, and what we agreed upon for the gate percentage is there in writing. That’s a damn good sign. I open the second one, the contract for me to fight Bodhi Black. Again, nothing looks out of order to me.
“It looks half-decent, but it’s not like I’m used to dealing with contracts for fights,” I remind my best friend.