She was running late, but apparently so was everyone else. Scarlett and her band should have taken the stage ten minutes ago, but pre-recorded music still slithered and thumped through the club’s extraordinary sound system, and when she’d walked past the hospitality room a couple of minutes ago, she’d seen Scarlett, bundled in a purple bathrobe, sipping from a water bottle and pointedly ignoring Lukas. For his part, Lukas, eyes peeled and lips moving, half-blocked the entrance to the room with his linebacker-sized body. Though it might look to others like he was talking to himself, she knew he was issuing instructions to the rest of the Sebastiani Security team via his tiny communication device. Well, whatever the hold-up was, it meant she had time to change. Installing the extra security cameras Lukas had requested had taken a little longer than she’d anticipated—not due to technical issues, but because she’d spent too much time fighting with a heavy ladder over twice her height.
