She caught a look between Owen and Aaron. “What?” She asked them.
Owen shrugged a shoulder, but the motion was not carefree. “He is escalating, Em. First, it is slightly creepy love notes, then it is photo collages clipped from magazines, then actual photos of you, then creepy soft toys, now soft toys with animal hearts stuffed inside and come on them.”
“You think the guy is… dangerous?” She asked.
Aaron grimaced. “I doubt it. Despite what the movies would have you believe, there have been very few cases of rock stars being attacked by fans. I will tell the staff not to accept gifts, and we will double ID the VIPs before they are allowed backstage. We have got three shows until this tour wraps, four days. Your bus is parked in a secure location, under surveillance cameras, with extra security. It will be fine, Emily.”
“Aaron is right, Em,” Owen put his arm over her shoulders. “It is under control. We will just be really careful.”