Joel mounted his stage with excitement. The big black man was actually going to watch them tonight! The officer wore tight jeans and a tight, white T-shirt that left nothing of his muscular physique to the imagination. His partner Oliver wore the same combination, but his middle stretched the fabric more than his chest and shoulders.
The Pillsbury doughboy popped into Joel’s mind.
“What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t going to be here until tomorrow,” he said when he entered the club.
Parsons shrugged. “It never hurts to be careful. Just in case your stalker shows up tonight.”
Joel agreed it was best to be cautious. He smiled and nodded to Oliver, and then walked Sam to the dressing room.
“I feel a little safer knowing Parsons will be watching us,” Sam said.
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