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“I’m just going right here. My friend is coming. When she gets here, we’ll go back inside. Is that okay?” I hoped so because I didn’t want a bunch of security guards surrounding me for this.
“As long as you don’t leave the front. But I’m not sure I like that much.” Drake glued himself to my side. He wasn’t going to have a repeat of the Zade incident. No one was getting close without permission. And since it was my life at stake, I didn’t argue.
A minute or two later, a cherry red Mustang pulled up, and my friend Pam got out. “Yo! Zig, what’s shaking. Long time, no see.” She dropped keys in the valet’s hands and hugged me tight. I waited for her to get her receipt to claim her car, and then we went in the hotel with Drake on our tail. “That’s new.” She thumbed over her shoulder.
“Yeah, I’m like super famous now. Didn’t you hear about the guy who tried to get me to run off with him?”
“Oh, yeah, I thought that was a publicity stunt, or like Ziggy being Ziggy and bringing more drama than was really there.”
I laughed. Pam was always a straight shooter. She didn’t bullshit around for sure. “No, actually, this time it was a real threat.”
She slapped my shoulder. “Well, fuck you, Mr. Big Shot.”
“Ah…what-the-fuck-ever. Come on.” I looped my arm in hers. “I don’t know where we’re going, actually.”
Pam laughed hard. “You never do. I’ve been here before. Come on.” She headed toward the pool, and we went over to an area with a fire pit. It wasn’t totally secluded, but it was off to the side and no one else was there. It was fucking hot out and everyone around was too busy splashing in the pool or getting drinks at the bar. We sat on the cushions in front of the unlit rocks. Drake walked back and forth behind us, but he wasn’t watching us. He was focused on the environment and people around us.
“Perfect.”
“Yep.” We made a discreet transaction that I didn’t think anyone would notice.
“I’ll get you tickets to the show as well.”
“Sure. How about a drink now?”
“I’m not going to the bar, but…go get whatever you want. Charge it to room Twenty-five twelve.”
“Mmm… sounds perfect. Be right back.” She did a little tap on my shoulder as she walked away.
When she went to the bar, Drake came a little closer. “Do you really want to be making these choices?” He had never questioned me. Ever.
“They pay you for security, Drake, not like literally babysitting. You know?”
“I care about you. I know you’re a client, but I do like you. You know, sort of…”
I snorted a laugh. “That’s seriously the most you’ve ever said to me.”
“Still.”
“Let’s keep the same arrangement we had. You make sure no one hurts me or shoots me, and I’ll do my thing.”
Drake rolled his eyes. This big-bad motherfucker, with probably an eight-pack set of abs and biceps like boulders, rolled his eyes like a teenager. “Whatever.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation, but I also hoped he wouldn’t say anything to Coleman. I wasn’t going to tell him not to though. Pam returned with two big pink drinks. “These are called Desert Danger…” She handed me one. “I think they have four kinds of alcohol in them… I don’t know. It’s good though.”
She sat with her drink, and I took a sip. It was a little fruity and a bit strong. “What’d you do? Tell them to make it a triple?”
“Yep.” She sipped her drink while looking at me, until she burst out laughing. “No, duh, but your face right now is hilarious. Ah, fuck, Zig-man. I sure missed you.” She reached out and tweaked my nose, but it didn’t bother me.
“It’s been a while, huh?”
“Yeah. But life is good. You know? Brock and the boys keep me fucking busy.”
“You ever marry that asshole?”
“Nah…whatever, we’ll be all like I’m Goldie Hawn, and he’s my Kurt Russel. What we have works. So…” She took another drink. “Besides, he’s still a roadie and gone all the time, which actually helps. You know absence makes the heart grow horny and all that.”
I chuckled. Pam always made me laugh. “I don’t think that’s how it goes.”
