14
HOLLIN
By the time Campbell returned, both of us were decent.
He shot me a look, and I just smirked.
“Sorry about that,” he said. “Looks like we need to get back to the hotel. Thought we wouldn’t be leaving Dallas until tomorrow afternoon, but they have us heading out bright and early for Austin.”
“Sounds good,” I said.
I offered my hand to Piper, which, shockingly, she took. She was in some kind of s*x coma. A dopamine-induced high that made her all soft and pliant. I wanted to scoop her up in my arms and carry her right back to bed. This side of her triggered my protective instincts like nothing I’d known in years.
I helped her down the stairs, and we followed the band to an awaiting limo. Campbell told us that the tour bus would meet the band at the hotel at five tomorrow morn
