“See?” I put some space between us. “So why not go out to Ian’s and get another round from Trina? And the bedtime supplement must be okay or I’d still taste weird.”
“You’re rationalizing, Glory. What did Blade tell you about MacDonald?” Valdez stood between me and the door to the hall. I had a feeling I’d have to go through him to leave.
“Of course, like you, Jerry thinks this is all a plot by Ian to get to him.” I looked down at my now-loose black jeans. “Maybe, just maybe, I don’t give a rat’s hiney what Ian’s motive is as long as I’m skinny by Grammy time.”
“Caine, the Campbells and the MacDonalds have been feuding for centuries. Ian would think nothing of using a woman as a pawn in an effort to take down the enemy. Business comes second to a clan blood feud.” Valdez obviously considered himself an expert on Scottish clan relations and warcraft.
“That settles it, then. You’re not going out there, Glory.” Ray frowned when his cell phone rang. He picked it up from the coffee table. “It’s Nate. Hell, I’m late for a meeting.” He answered the phone and walked out to the balcony. I heard him tell Nate he’d meet him downstairs in ten minutes before he shut the phone.
“Got to go.” Ray looked great in a black silk shirt and black jeans. “Are we clear on your plans for the evening, Glory?”
I shook my head. “Don’t worry, Ray. I’ll be fine. I have another appointment later with Kill Bill the trainer. No date with Jerry that I know of. I don’t think he’s speaking to me.” I followed Ray to the door. “Good luck with your meeting. This is about the TV special, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it would be a great opportunity.” Ray kissed my cheek. “Don’t worry about Blade. Much as I’d like to see you free of the Scot, I figure he’ll come around.”
“He’s probably with Richard, planning an attack on MacDonald.” Valdez grinned like he wanted to be in on that session.
Ray looked me over. “I’m well aware that you haven’t promised not to go to Ian’s, Ms. Thing.”
I flushed. “I have to go.”
“No, you don’t.” Ray opened his cell and hit speed dial. “MacDonald? Israel Caine. Glory and I are swamped with this Grammy prep. Is there any way you can bring your program to us at the hotel tonight?” He listened and nodded. “Yeah, super. She’ll be waiting. We’ve got a scale here. Thanks.” He snapped the phone shut and looked at Valdez. “If you really think Ian’s a danger, you’ll need backup. I’ll send Brittany to you. Think the two of you can handle Ian and Trina?”
“Guess we’ll have to.” Valdez was obviously not happy that I was continuing with the program, but it wasn’t his call.
“Ray, thanks!” I threw my arms around his neck and started to kiss him on the cheek. Of course he turned his head so that smacker landed on his lips. He put his hand on the back of my head and made it a pretty good one. I wasn’t going to push him away. I’m still a fangirl. Any woman who kissed Israel Caine would be, whether he was a rock star or not. Then we both staggered from a Valdez headbutt.
“Sorry, but aren’t you running late for an important meeting, Caine?” Valdez didn’t look sorry.
Ray grinned and slid his hands down my back. “No meeting’s as important as this lady. Be careful, Glory. Want me to call Blade and get him over here for you?”
I blinked. Ray had just managed to surprise me. “Thanks, Ray. But I really don’t want to spend an evening watching Scottish warriors face off.” I walked with him out to the hall and hugged him one more time. “I know that took a lot. For you to offer to call Jerry. It means more than you know.”
Ray smiled. “Purely selfish on my part. I had a fifty-fifty chance the MacDonald would win and I’d have Blade out of your life forever.” He shrugged when his cell rang again. “All right, Nate, I’m coming. Glory, call me when Ian leaves. I want to know you’re okay.”
“Will do.” I watched him head for the elevator. When it opened, Brittany stepped out. Reinforcements. Good. Would two shape-shifters be enough? I’d heard enough warnings about Ian to be nervous. So I called Flo and asked her to come too. She said Richard was still hunting down Ian’s “success stories” and she was interested in checking out the shops in my hotel lobby so she’d be right over. Now I felt better. If Ian thought he could use me as a pawn in his feud against the Campbells, he’d have to go against me and my personal army first.
I limped back into the room and found Brittany and Valdez with their heads together.
“Caine handled that pretty well.” Valdez said it grudgingly.
“You mean handled me. I called Flo. She’s coming too. She doesn’t think Richard’s found any of Ian’s former clients yet. Not that I’m surprised. Vamps move around a lot and stay off the grid.” Since I wasn’t going out, I might as well put on my workout clothes. I grabbed them, freshly laundered while I slept, headed for the bathroom and shut the door.
“Bet Ian brings those surfer a-holes with him too. Can’t wait to throw some of them off the balcony.” Valdez called through the door.
I crammed myself into the sports bra and tight shorts, then pulled on the tank top. I headed back out to sit on the bed to pull on my socks and shoes.
“Of course he will. I never go out to his house without my bodyguard. And toss as many as you like. They’re vamps. They’ll just turn into bats and fly right back in here, anxious to rip out your throat.” I looked at him and at Brittany, standing in the bedroom doorway. “Seriously, guys, don’t start trouble. Just finish it if they start something first. If I can go through with the weight-loss thing, I’m going to. Got it?”
“Sure.” Brittany frowned when there was a knock on the door. “That can’t be him already. It’s too soon.”
“Check it out. Don’t let anyone in you don’t know.” Valdez was right behind her.
I groaned as I stood and followed them. I’d heard the cliché, “No pain, no gain.” Guess this was what it felt like. How did mortals stand working out if this was the result?
“It’s Barry, Ray’s publicist, and a group of people, two of them in snazzy workout clothes.” Brittany grinned at me. “Sort of like yours, Glory. Should I let them in?”
“Why not?” I knew Barry was always looking for PR opportunities. I had a sinking feeling I knew what was coming. I tugged down my shorts, which were getting way too personal, and pasted on a smile.
“Glory, baby, look at you. It’s true, then, you’ve been working out!” Barry rushed inside to give me air-kisses. “Let me introduce you to these people.” He tossed me some names, which I immediately forgot, and offered bottles of water from the fridge at the bar all around.
I sank gratefully into a club chair while I waited for his pitch. And there had to be one.
“That’s our spring ‘Step into the Future’ line you’ve got on, Ms. St. Clair. How do you like it?” One of the tanned and toned women spoke first. “Does it move the way you hoped?”
Does it move? I wish. Then I could lie back and let it do those torturous crunches. I merely nodded. “It’s very comfortable.” I leaned in, nodding toward where Barry was in deep conversation with the only other man in the group. “But this sports bra. Argh. It’s a killer. Surely there’s a way to keep me from bouncing around without mashing me flat.”
The woman waved her hand. “Janet, take a note. You’re absolutely right, Glory. May I call you Glory?” I nodded. “It’s on our priority list. Naturally well-endowed women work out too, and they need support without pain, am I right?”
“Absolutely.” I watched Janet scribble frantically. I had a feeling a new ad campaign had just been born, complete with tag line. “Support without pain. That’s what I’m looking for.”
“I’m afraid Barry didn’t have time to fill you in on why we’re here.” Fake smile, fake smile.
“No, I didn’t.” Barry was suddenly at my side. “Glory, Fitzwell Fitness Wear would like to have you become a spokesperson. Do some ads for them. They’d follow you on your journey to hit the gym and lose a few inches where you need to.” Barry smiled all around. “Not that Ray has a problem with her figure just the way it is, you understand, people. He’s crazy about Glory. Would kill me if he thought I was criticizing her. Which I’m not.” Barry turned red and grabbed a bottle of water.
I gave Barry a look that made him twist the top off and down half the contents. “Barry’s right. Ray’s always been very complimentary of my curves. This fitness kick I’m on is just for the Grammys. Since it’s going to be on TV all over the world.”
“Sure, Glory, I get it. But one of the tabloids printed an item about how you were hanging out at the hotel gym, dieting and stuff. And that you’d bought these new clothes in the lobby shop here in the hotel.” Barry flushed and exchanged glances with the two women who wore outfits similar to mine. Of course theirs were obviously size small and their running shoes top of the line.
“Those tabloids. They bribe store clerks to spy on me.” I made a face. “Disgusting, isn’t it?”
All the mortals murmured sympathetically.
“No privacy when you’re with a rock star.” Barry put his hand on my shoulder. “But we might as well see if we could get a little publicity out of it.”
“Relax, Barry. I totally get it.” I stood, even though my muscles seized and I wanted to bend over and cry into my knee caps. “And I appreciate the offer and the opportunity.” I smiled as everyone else stood. “But I just can’t consider doing it. This is a temporary thing. Just until the Grammys. I’ve got less than a week and then I’m back to Texas and my sluggish existence. Honestly? I hate exercising.” I looked down. “Love the clothes, though. Very cute.”