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morning. Or better yet, come see me when you’re finished.”
    “Will do.” Micah disconnected the call and tucked the phone in his pocket. Celeste continued to act like a teenager who’d been caught making out in the backseat of her parents’ car. Damn Drake for making him experience the same feeling. “Relax. It’s nothing.”
    Her defensive stance loosened. She repeated her earlier question. “What did he want?”
    “To tell me it’s bedtime.” He enjoyed her shocked expression. “I told you. It was nothing. We’re all grown-ups here.”
    The heated moment had dissipated somewhere along the way. Even though his cock remained rock hard, the conversation with his brother had given him a moment to clear his head. Sleeping with Celeste would never be a mistake in his book, but lust couldn’t blind him to the fact that she was in trouble. “Why didn’t you tell us sooner? Why wait until they approached you to say anything?”
    Celeste raked her hand through her long hair and shook the curls in a familiar movement. It was a gesture he’d watched her do whenever she felt particularly frustrated. “I thought I had it under control. I didn’t realize I needed to put the kibosh on it until I realized the celebration was being targeted.”
    Impotent anger filled him. “Have you given any thought that they may mean to harm the attendees? Not just you?”
    Her eyes widened. “Do you really think so?”
    “It’s a possibility.” He shrugged and recalled the e-mails he’d read. Although the messages seemed to target Celeste, who knew what went through someone else’s mind. “I’m going to need to review the details of the party.”
    Her shoulders slumped in defeat. “Maybe I should just cancel it.”
    “No.” He pointed at the laptop. “Don’t let whoever is responsible bully you into giving up. I’m not going to let him win. E-mail the details and keep me informed on everything. When is the date?”
    The gratitude shining from her golden eyes warmed him from the inside out. “August twenty-fifth.”
    He did a quick calculation in his head. “Twenty-one days from now. The tour ends on the twenty-second. I can be back in Savannah in time to help arrange security.”
    He focused on the minutiae. Anything to keep his mind off her other offer. He’d help her because he wanted to, but he wouldn’t allow his hunger for her to overrule his caution. “When are you returning to Savannah?”
    She glanced at the bedside clock. “In a few hours. Probably at six or so. I have a meeting scheduled first thing Monday morning.”
    It was a little after midnight already. The tour bus was set to depart at nine, but he had enough time to meet Drake and finalize a few details. “Did you drive here?”
    She nodded. “I brought the Rolls.”
    Of course she did. Her shiny, silver Rolls Royce was well known on Tybee Island. It had been a gift for her twenty-first birthday. The last present her elderly, affectionate father had given her before he succumbed to a stroke. “Drake and Emma flew commercial. They’ll ride back with you to Savannah.”
    “Not a good idea.” Celeste began shaking her head before he’d even finished speaking.
    He cupped her shoulders. “For the last time, Emma doesn’t hold a grudge toward you. Sure, she may have been jealous once, but that was in the past.”
    Celeste’s lips twisted into a wry smile. “She never liked me.”
    “Can you blame her? A girl like you? Any sane woman would be jealous.” The compliment slipped out. He decided it wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t like Celeste didn’t know she was attractive. “You’re riding with them and that’s final.”
    Celeste’s eyes narrowed and her pupils grew rounder. “Come again?”
    He laughed at her typical female response. “I’m not being bossy.”
    “Yes, you are,” she interjected.
    He rolled his eyes. “I’m only trying to keep you safe. Drake is going to insist on it regardless.”
    Her pupils returned to their