Page 51 of Knot My Band: Part One
His scent is a cinnamon roll, which is too ironic since he is anything but.
“No, we aren’t, but thanks for caring, Dax,” I say sweetly.
Jack starts, “Oli-”
But the air shifts and turns sour as a reporter pushes through the crowd of people milling about. She’s got this aggressive vibe, eyes narrow, mouth set in a hard line. Her scent is smokey and makes me feel like I’m choking. Her presence feels like a dark cloud creeping over us.
“Oli Hart!” she calls out, her tone more accusation than greeting. “Care to comment on tonight’s little incident?” The way she says ‘incident’ makes my spine stiffen.
I’m cocooned by a wall of determined faces and firm stances, a united front of leather jackets and steel resolve.
“Alex Moore, you’re not supposed to be back here,” Jack growls.
Oh fuck, it’s the reporter that hates them and worked with May on that article.
The reporter, undeterred, locks her eyes on Jack. “And what about you, Hansley? Throwing your weight around on stage and barking? Care to explain why you think that’s acceptable?”
Jack’s jaw clenches, and there’s a storm brewing in his blue eyes.
I don’t want him to say the wrong thing and give this reporter any quotes to work with.
“We need to go meet our fans,” I cut in, winking at Jack.
The reporter huffs, clearly unimpressed with our lack of scandalous material, but she can’t penetrate the fortress we’ve built around each other.
I grab Jack and Dax, the most aggressive two, and pull them behind me.
“Thanks for getting us out of there, Oli,” Chase adds, giving me a wink that sends a shiver down my spine.
Their protective alpha vibes make me feel safe and protected.
“I was going to say something that would have made front-page news, so you’re my hero,” Jack confirms, guiding us with a hand at the small of my back. The touch is casual but charged.
“Well, you protected me out there, so I’m happy to return the favor.”
Four growls sound around me.
“That never should have happened,” Aiden says.
Dax grunts his agreement.
“I’ll be talking to security to tighten things up,” Jack says.
I roll my eyes at them. “They’re doing their best, so leave them alone. This happens at lots of people’s shows. I doubt itwill happen again after tonight.”
“But-” Jack starts.
“No, the security guys are great, so leave them alone!”
We get to the door to the meet and greet, and the guys stare between me and the door.
“Do you always get what you want, little rose?” Chase asks with a smirk.
I shrug. “I don’t like letting people down.”
Pushing through the door, I smile and greet the fans.
Oli
