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“Coffee?” she asked, lifting a cup.
Reid nodded. “Please.”
Callie poured them each a cup before bending down to fill the dog’s bowl with water. The action pulled her yoga pants tight across her ass, and he almost moaned at the sight. His discomfort wasn’t lost on his friends, who he threw daggers at with his glare.
“Callie, can we go over a few things real quick and then we’ll let you get some sleep,” he said as he saw her yawn. He noticed she was drinking green tea, which made him grimace. That shit tasted like dishwater.
“Sure,” she said, moving to the sofa and taking a seat, pulling her feet under ass and tucking her knees up.
“Tell us again what happened tonight.”
Callie hugged the mug in a comforting gesture as she began to talk through exactly what had happened. Reid knew from experience that the chance this was the only incident were small. Most stalkers built up to physical contact, starting small with watching and taking photos of their target for weeks and sometimes months before it got to this stage.
“Have there been any other incidents like this?”
He watched her pull her full bottom lip in between her teeth, biting on the tender flesh. How he wanted to soothe the tortured flesh with his mouth.
“Not like this, but there have been a few things.”
“Like what?” he asked, sitting forward and placing his cup down.
“Well, last week someone sent flowers to the set with a strange message on the card.”
“What was the message?”
He saw her frown and wrinkle her nose. “It said, ‘the time has come to step away’. I didn’t take a lot of notice to be honest. I get flowers from admirers or fans all the time, but my security didn’t like it, so they assigned me an extra guard for when I have location shoots.
Reid glanced and Mitch and Liam and saw they were all on the same page. This was an escalating situation. At least her shit security had picked up on that
“Can I have the name of your security team and all the names of the people you’re working with currently and over the last six months?”
Callie’s mouth dropped open. “I can’t do that, there are hundreds.”
“It’s necessary.” Reid wouldn’t give an inch on this.
“Fine, I’ll have my PA handle it tomorrow, but now I really need to get to sleep. I have an early call for a shoot down by the docks first thing tomorrow, and my make-up artist is already going to have a fit seeing these bags.”
Reid had no clue what she was talking about—she was stunningly beautiful, with high cheekbones, full lips and green eyes that seemed to darken to brown in the middle. “I’ll be on set with you tomorrow and will be staying here tonight.”
“But you can’t.” She returned to looking flustered which he found cute as fuck. Sharing that probably wasn’t wise, though.
“Fine, I can call Clay have him catch a flight and handle it,” he said, taking out his phone.
“No, don’t do that,” she said, putting a hand on his arm.
The electricity shot up his arm, across his chest, and landed in a tingle down his spine, finishing at his balls. This woman was fucking dangerous, and she seemed to have no fucking clue either. Burying his reaction to her was going to be an exercise in control he’d thought wasn’t a problem for him. It seemed he may have been wrong.
“Fine, I’ll sleep on the couch. Mitch and Liam have family I believe they can stay with,” he said, giving the two men a pointed look.
Mitch’s lips twitched at the not so subtle hint to get going. Liam outright grinned.
“No need for the couch, I have a bed.” Her eyes flashed to him as she realised her mistake. “What I mean is, I have spare bedrooms. You can crash in one of them.”
Reid let his lips tip up at her discomfort and saw a sexy blush heat her cheeks. “Thanks, but I’ll take the couch, that way I’m between you and any threat.”
“Oh.”
Reid saw the fear and worry creep back over her features and regretted that he’d been the one to put it there. “Why don’t I show these two reprobates out and lock up for you.”
