At first, Colt had tried to talk her out of coming tonight, but she’d been looking forward to seeing her friends, and she needed the stress relief of a night out. Eventually, he’d agreed but had insisted on bringing Roman along to keep things under control, if need be. Although it wasn’t impossible, it was very unlikely that her creepy admirer would try anything in public with security around. “You okay?” Sierra hooked an arm around Taylor’s waist and gave her a side hug as Colt scouted the place out and Roman secured them a table. “You’ve been quiet.” “I’m just tired. It’s been a long day, but don’t worry. I’ll rally.” She didn’t want to talk about everything weighing on her: the album deadline, her unsettling attraction to Colt, the news of a potential stalker, and her dad’s sudden reappearance. Normally, she’d tell Sierra everything, but she didn’t have the energy. Not tonight. Her eyes roamed over the bar, taking in the upbeat atmosphere, and a warmth spread over her when her eyes found Colt, several feet away, his eyes on her.
