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What kind of media mess would this cause? Not Ike’s department, but keeping Beau safe was. He cranked up his speed.
Beau shoved open Bermuda’s suite door just as Ike and Myra reached him.
“Bermuda!” Beau hollered.
Ike put his hand on Beau’s arm and Myra sandwiched him on the other side. He didn’t want to obviously restrain him, but they should talk before he went yelling to Bermuda that Myra was a fake girlfriend. Beau was impulsive and a mess concerning Bermuda. Ike could relate to being a mess. Bermuda might be as trustworthy as Beau’s mama, but this Star Stabber was an elite criminal and everyone was a suspect in Ike’s mind and the FBI’s.
“Beau,” Ike cautioned.
Bermuda whipped around in her seat in the first row near the huge windows overlooking the arena. She jumped up and hurried across the suite to face them.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Be smart,” Myra whispered.
“No way,” Beau said.
Bermuda’s smooth brow wrinkled. “No way?”
Ike glanced back out into the hallway. A crowd was gathering, phones out, videoing the scene.
“Beau,” Ike said more forcefully. “Let’s go somewhere private.” He tilted his head to the spectators and their cameras. Should he force Beau farther into the room and shut the door? The walls next to them were glass so the videoing wouldn’t stop, but at least they wouldn’t have the audio.
The better option was to leave, and definitely not to confide everything to Bermuda.
Beau wasn’t listening. He rushed across the space to Bermuda and dropped to his knees in front of her, grabbing her hands. “Bermuda, please. I love you. I never cheated on you with Divine. You have to believe me. Please.”
Bermuda’s features softened for half a beat, and Ike found himself rooting for Beau. The guy wasn’t anything like the media portrayed and he truly did love Bermuda. If he could be faithful to her, they deserved a chance.
Ike ushered Myra forward and closed the door behind them. A cry of protest rose in the hallway.
His movement broke Bermuda’s concentration on Beau. She focused in on Myra, let out a little cry, yanked her hands free, and backed away, running into Donavon, a wall of muscle behind her. Donavon steadied her with his arm around her waist.
“How could I ever believe you?” Bermuda shrieked at Beau, then pointed at Myra. “You’ve been snuggled up with her all night, and now you’re making her watch while you proclaim to love me?”
“Wait,” Myra said. “It’s not …” She trailed off and met Ike’s gaze.
He warned her with his eyes. The Star Stabber wasn’t someone to mess with and people were videoing, even if they couldn’t pick up the words with the door shut. Bermuda’s box had a dozen people in it listening intently. One glance confirmed the Jumbotron was focused on them as well. It was a period break, so the entire stadium was looking their way.
“Please.” Beau jumped to his feet and advanced on Bermuda. “Ike’s right. Let’s go somewhere private. Talk this out.”
Bermuda’s friends in the box all congregated and glared at Beau.
“Back off, Beau,” Donavon growled from Bermuda’s side. “She doesn’t want you. Take the hint and save yourself some humiliation.”
Ike noticed Bermuda’s security also edging in from behind him. Jacob and Parks were out in the hallway, blending in and looking through the glass to Ike for instruction. They were ready to burst into the suite if anybody touched Beau. He shook his head slightly. They didn’t need to escalate the situation.
“You think she wants you, Donavon?” Beau asked, glaring at the guy. “You’ve been after Bermuda for years and seem to love the ‘humiliation’ of hearing you’re just friends every time you make a play.”
Donavon took half a step forward, hands clenched into fists at his side.
Beau smiled. “You are such a powder puff. Myra could thump you in a second.” He glanced over his shoulder at Myra and grinned. “Right?”
“Why don’t you fight me, superstar?” Donavon released Bermuda and stepped in front of her. Ike could tell by his shape that he was a body builder—large, defined muscles, his weight routine focused on size and appearance but no functional strength or real power.
Ike doubted he had any training. He eased forward to meet the threat.
“Ugh!” Bermuda cried out, throwing her hands in the air and stomping around Donavon and up to Beau. She shook a small fist in his face. “You come in here claiming to love me. Now you’re bragging about your new girlfriend’s fighting abilities? You couldn’t be faithful if your mama’s life depended on it. I am so done with you.”
