Whoever Danner was nodded. “She’s with me and Shaw. You know the deal.”

Amy sucked in a relieved breath. This man knew Andrew. Maybe she was saved after all.

Mr. Nasty Guy didn’t seem convinced. “Shaw’s here?”

“He will be in a few minutes. Had a business meeting. If you’ll excuse us, Amy and I were about to enjoy a bit of the show while we wait.”

“You shouldn’t walk around without the wristband.” Then the jerk turned back to Danner. “I hope you and Shaw intend to see she’s properly punished.”

Amy opened her mouth to blast the arsehole, but Danner’s arm tightened around her middle.

“It’s up to Shaw and me to deal with our little sub. She isn’t any of your concern, Schuster.”

Schuster started to speak, then closed his mouth as his eyes landed on something behind her. Amy turned as Andrew walked up to join their little party of three.

“Is there a problem, Schuster?” Amy had never heard Andrew’s voice so cold, so hard.

“Your sub was walking around without a bracelet. That’s against the club rules.”

Andrew smirked, unconcerned, though Amy felt guilty for causing him so much trouble. How the hell had he gotten here so fast? There was no way he could have gone home and found her note already. He was still dressed in the smart-looking shirt and trousers he wore earlier, so the doorman must’ve called him.

From the tension around his eyes, it didn’t appear she was out of trouble yet after all. He was ticked off.

“Take it up with the owners if you’re upset about it.”

Schuster harrumphed. “Like that would do me any good. They’re all your buddies.”

“Then step off. Amy’s spoken for.”

Schuster shot her a dirty look and walked away from them.

Amy thought she should be relieved, but without the nasty man around, Andrew’s irate look was suddenly turned on her. “What the hell do you think you’re doing here?”

She shrugged. “I wanted to see the club. I told you that.”

“And I said no.”

Danner released her, moving to stand next to Andrew. “Why did you say no?”

Andrew took a step back. It seemed as if he’d forgotten the other man was there. “Tom, I just didn’t think this was,” Andrew paused awkwardly before quietly adding, “a good idea.”

Tom didn’t prod, didn’t encourage Andrew to continue. Instead, his gaze returned to her and she noticed definite interest in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Amy. We haven’t been properly introduced. I’m Tom Danner.”

“You’re the cameraman.” Several times today, Andrew had mentioned his cameraman as they’d watched the show. She could tell from the stories Andrew told, he and Tom were very good friends.

Tom nodded. “Unfortunately, I don’t have a clue who you are.”

“I’m Amy Wesson, a friend of Harper’s.”

The answer didn’t satisfy Tom. “The gal from Australia?”

Andrew looked at Tom. “You remembered her name?”

Tom shook his head, laugh lines crinkling around his eyes. “Jesus, buddy. You have the attention span of a three-year-old sometimes. You’re the pen pal friend, right?”

Amy was impressed. “Yep, Harper and I started out chatting online about the pen pal program, but then one thing led to another and we decided to do a life swap for a couple weeks.”

Tom turned to Andrew. “Harper’s in Australia?”