Sweet Possession (Sweet #5)(39)

“I thought Connor was in charge.” She didn’t like that panic raced up her spine at the thought of Connor bailing. She looked over at him, for some sign of reassurance.

“Absolutely he is,” Kane said smoothly. “I report to him. The rest of the team, however, reports to me. They’re my team. We work together. Connor sticks to you. We stick to you and him.”

She relaxed and even managed a smile. “It’s nice to meet you then, Kane.”

He nodded and then turned to the other men assembled. “This is Davidson, McElroy, Hennesey, Tatum and Markowitz. I don’t expect you to remember their names. You won’t be seeing much of them unless you need to. If you yell, we come running. No names are necessary.”

“Thank goodness. I’m terrible with names.”

“This is only half of my team.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. How many people did it take to protect one person?

“The other half is posted on the perimeter of the grounds. We rotate watches. In addition to the security system that is available at this residence, my team will mount around-the-clock surveillance. No one gets in or out of the grounds without our permission. That means you. You don’t go anywhere without Connor and the men I assign to your detail. You’ll listen to everything we tell you, and when we give an order, do not question it. Your hesitation could mean the difference between life and death. Are we clear?”

She was tempted to come to attention and snap a salute. If she wasn’t half-afraid of him, she’d do just that, but he didn’t strike her as a man who had a sense of humor. And to think she thought Connor was uptight.

“Yes, sir,” she said crisply, unable to ignore the demon propped on her shoulder.

Kane eyed her coolly. “I’ve never lost a person in the ten years I’ve been working personal security. I damn well won’t start now. Give me any trouble whatsoever and I’ll lock you in your room for the next two weeks.”

Her eyes narrowed. Damn if he was going to get away with bossing her around like that. Connor was the only one who could get away with issuing her orders, and she had no explanation for why that was.

“You just try it, Mr. Murphy,” she bit out.

Connor’s hand smoothed over her shoulder and he gave her a warning squeeze. “Enough, Lyric.”

To her irritation, she quieted and went still. Like a freaking dog coming to heel. What the hell ever.

“You keep him away from me,” Lyric said to Connor.

“Behave and I’ll gladly oblige,” Kane offered smoothly.

Again Connor’s hand tightened on her shoulder, a silent warning that she resented. Apparently she was expected to be on her best behavior and everyone else got to treat her like an idiot.

She hated how her life kept spiraling more out of control. She hated not being in control.

She turned to Connor and had to resist walking into his arms. “Are we done here?”

Connor nodded.

“I’d like to get something to eat then.”

Connor let his hand slide from her shoulder. “Let’s go into the kitchen. I’m sure we can rummage up something. Phillip made sure the house was completely stocked before we moved in.”

“I have some calls to make tomorrow,” Lyric said as she opened the fridge to take stock. She frowned as she glanced over the array of deli meats, cheeses, fruits and fresh vegetables.

What she really wanted was a cupcake.

“I’ve put stuff off for too long. While this is a semivacation, I still have a ton of stuff to do before my show at the rodeo. I’m supposed to be writing songs, which I haven’t even begun thinking of. How am I supposed to be creative when my life has been turned upside down?”

Connor slid his hands over her shoulders and massaged as she stood staring into the fridge. “Relax, Lyric. Right now your focus is on staying safe. It’s only two weeks. I’ll help you in any way I can.”

She sighed and shut the refrigerator. “Thanks. I appreciate it. I know I probably don’t show it, but I really do.”

His lips quirked up into a grin. “It’s part of your charm.”

She went to the pantry and shoved aside boxes and cans.

“Is there anything in particular you’re looking for?” he asked. “What are you hungry for? I’m not great in the kitchen, but I can manage until the chef gets here tomorrow.”

She turned around, arching her eyebrow. “Chef?”

“Yeah, Phillip hired someone to cook for you while you’re here. I assumed this was something you were used to. Don’t all rock stars get the royal treatment?”

She searched his tone and demeanor for sarcasm, but he didn’t have a hint of snottiness in the question. Just light teasing.

“I have someone who takes care of that on the road. I hate eating out all the time. I already told you I have to watch what I eat or I gain weight too easily. But usually when I go off tour, I’m on my own. Again, which is why I gain weight when I’m not on the road.”

“Well, you get a chef tomorrow afternoon. Supposed to be here before lunch. He wants to meet with you so he can plan a menu.”

“Cupcakes. I just want cupcakes.”

Connor laughed. “You can have all the cupcakes you want.”

“No, I can’t,” she said mournfully.