Chapter Twenty-One
Emma
The door to the gym opened and Preston emerged, his body drenched in sweat. It was nine the next morning and we’d called and given Mrs. Walker the day off.
I looked up from my breakfast and smiled. “I called the bands about the final auditions.”
“Oh yeah?” He wiped the sweat off his forehead with a towel. “How’d that go?”
“Good, but I think you scared the s**t out of John. He wasn’t his usual playful self.”
He tried to hide his smile and failed. “I’m glad the boy took my advice.”
I rolled my eyes. “I do know how to take care of myself, you know. All I had to do was tell him no.”
Grabbing a cup of coffee, he sat down at the table with me, eyes dark. “Some people don’t know the meaning of that word.”
Sadly, he was right. “I know,” I whispered. His overprotect
