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“Tell me about it,” he said, trying to draw her out more.
    She bit her lip and looked away. “You wouldn’t understand. You don’t understand anything about what I do.”
    “I saw the final part of your set last night. I saw you have some kind of epileptic fit.”
    “That was dancing, asshole.”
    “I saw you fling yourself into the crowd.” He pointed at her, serious as sin. “Don’t ever do that again, by the way. No stage diving. It’s forbidden in your contract.”
    “So what?”
    “Would you like to be paralyzed by a spinal injury, or trampled by the crowd?”
    “They don’t drop you, dude. That’s the point. They catch you.”
    He rolled his eyes and gave up the argument. For now.
    “Ready for that walk?” he asked, pushing back his chair.
    “I don’t want to walk.”
    “I don’t care.”
    She remained planted in her chair. “You can’t make me walk if I don’t want to walk.”
    “Going to throw a tantrum? How old are you?” he asked, although he knew exactly how old she was. Old enough to know better. Like him. There was a damn good reason he needed to get her out of this hotel room, not that he cared to think about it too deeply.
    She polished off the last doughnut and glared at him. “So this is all about you making me fit and healthy? Are you my new trainer?”
    Oh, he’d like to train her, but not the type of training she thought. He’d like to train her to show some fucking respect to people who were trying to help her. “I’m your bodyguard,” he said, “as I’ve explained several times. And if you ever dive off a stage again during this festival, we’re running five miles nonstop. That’s a promise.” He cut her off as soon as she opened her mouth. “Don’t ask how I’ll make you. You don’t want to know.”
    He would make her if it came to that, ride her and browbeat her until she ran a full five miles. He didn’t make empty threats. “Are you ready to walk?” he asked again.
    “Walk where? We’re in fucking Hamburg. I don’t know anything about this place. I can’t just walk around. It’s not safe.”
    He nodded toward her bags. “Go put on some shoes you can walk in. No six-inch platforms. Regular shoes.”
    “I don’t have regular shoes.”
    “I went through everything. I know what you have.”
    She groaned and pushed back from the table. Ransom watched her flounce across the room. Jesus, those jeans were criminal. They were a sex offense. He turned away before she bent over, because he wasn’t made of steel. Well, one part of him was made of steel.
    He looked back at his phone until she was ready. “It’s chilly,” he said. “Put on a jacket.”
    “If something happens to me on this godforsaken walk, it’s on your head.”
    “Nothing’s going to happen. You ready?”
    Her tousled pink hair was almost dry. It stuck out from her head every which way, and she didn’t give a fuck. She was adorable. And still bitching about safety, like going for a walk was the most terrifying thing she’d done all year. He finally stuck out a finger and pressed it to her lips.
    “Listen to me, kid, and try to understand. I’m your bodyguard. I’m here to protect you. As long as you’re with me, you’re going to be safe.”

CHAPTER THREE
    Crazy
    L ola walked beside him through the scenic streets of Hamburg, and yes, she felt safe, even if her legs hurt and she didn’t want to be hanging out in the crowds and the sun.
    “It’s a beautiful day,” he said. “Anything you want to see?”
    “My bed in the hotel room. I’m tired.”
    “Yeah? You have a busy day ahead of you. Greg said you’re scheduled for a radio interview this afternoon, and dinner at some famous Hamburg restaurant. I might let you hit a few nightclubs afterward if you behave yourself. You can sleep after that. You notice I said sleep , not black out .”
    “What’s the difference?”
    He was silent a moment before he answered. “I think you remember the difference, Lola