Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapter 191 What If

*Trisha*

It's been five days since Nate was admitted to the hospital here in Boston. Five days not on tour.

"Talk to me, Trisha. What's happening over there?" Leslie asks via our Zoom meeting. 

I'm finding it hard to focus in this small, empty conference room at the hospital, with Evan stationed by the door as my bodyguard. Outside, things are chaotic as a reporter who managed to sneak in is currently being arrested.

"Sorry, what was that?" I turn the volume up on my laptop.

"Tour. What's going on for tour?"

"I imagine we will be on the road soon. Nate will have to take it slow, but it will be fine.  It will all work out. Where are we supposed to be right now?"

I watch Leslie flip through her binder in her hotel room before answering.

"Burlington, Vermont." Leslie answers, but something is distracting her as well, by the way she keeps looking off to the side.

"Ok, that's a few hours' drive. I'm sure Nate will be discharged soon, and then we can all head up that way," I pause. "Is someone there with you?"

"Here?" Leslie smirks a little. "Why do you ask?"

"Because you're paying attention to whatever is happening beyond your laptop, and you look all hot and bothered right now." I raise a brow at her.

"Oh, yeah. Jack, the lighting engineer guy, is here," Leslie says nonchalantly.

"The lighting engineer guy from the tour??" I'm baffled but not. This is Leslie we're talking about here.

"Yeah. I got bored. Listen, gotta cut our meeting short. We'll touch base once Nate is discharged."

"God, you are the female version of Nate, you know that?" I roll my eyes.

"Byeeee." Leslie ends the Zoom call, and I close my laptop.

"She's planning to sleep her way through the backstage crew, isn't she?" I mutter to myself. "At least someone's getting laid around here."

"Ma'am?"

I flinch and look back at Evan. The L.L. Bean model and his fucking perfect beard smirk at me, and I feel my face get hot.

"SHIT. Forgot you were there, Scofield. You're too damn quiet all the time."

"It's part of my job. Being quiet." He shrugs.

"Yeah, yeah." I wave him off and sigh. "Caffeine, I need caffeine." I abruptly kill the conversation and head for the door. The door the bodyguard is leaning against.

"Whoa, not so fast." Evan stands up straight and puts a hand on my waist, stopping me from exiting. I freeze, feeling his strong hand on me, and look up. What's happening....

Our eyes meet, and he just stares at me for a moment, saying nothing. Is the caveman actually gonna make a move on me?

Evan puts his other hand to his ear, and his eyes fall to the ground, like he's concentrating on something.

"Yes, sir. Will do."

I furrow my brows, and then it hits me- Evan has his damn earpiece in! He's talking to another bodyguard that sonofabitch!  And here I thought- ugh- never mind! I huff to myself.

"Sorry, we need to wait a bit longer. The police are escorting someone off this floor. It's chaos out there," he says, then his eyes fall to my hip, realizing his hand is still resting on my waist. Pins and needles shoot through me just from his touch. Christ, I am so attracted to this man it's ridiculous.