Chase pulls his suit jacket off and drapes it over my shoulders. “We’re leaving.” He wraps his fingers around my wrist, but when he tugs on it, I pull back. He makes a grab for me, and I know he’s going to try and pick me up. I wiggle away the best I can.
“My stuff. I need it.” He takes a slow controlled breath.
“Where?”
When I point to the dressing room, he keeps me close as he leads me toward it. A few of the girls glance our way as we go. I can’t help but peek over at Chase to see if he’s looking at them, but he’s not. His attention is straight, making sure no one gets close to me. He’s so protective, and warmth blooms inside of me when I realize it.
“Wait out here?” I ask when I pull on his arm to stop him. I don’t want him to enter the dressing room because sometimes the girls are
