8 Chapter 8

The two security guards who’d appeared from indoors jogged up to Jo and Simon. “I’m feeling a little superfluous,” said the taller of the pair. “But I’m definitely sorry you had to deal with that. We’ll address the issue and make sure this guest is escorted from the premises.”

Chase howled from the pool, where he treaded water. “You can’t kick me out for trying to buy a pretty girl a drink, even if she was too stuck-up to take it.”

“She told you no twice, buddy,” Simon snapped. “And you put your hands on her. You don’t get to play the victim here.”

Jo’s cheeks burned. She could feel people staring, even though there weren’t many people here. “Can we just go inside and get somewhere private?”

“Of course, ma’am.”

She struggled into her cover-up as she raced for the door. She could just imagine the headlines on the scandal sheets. For all the terrible things going on in the world, somehow the most interesting thing would be a rock star’s security tossing some creep into the pool.