Page 53 of The Keeper

“Alicia!” the same voice called again.

Once the curtain was down, she grabbed her feathered train from the stage and rushed into the wings, peeking out to see if she could see who might have been calling to her. At first, she saw no one who even looked vaguely familiar. When she had almost convinced herself she had imagined the whole thing, she spotted him.

Shit! He’s found me!

Alicia hurried off stage, stuffing everything that would fit into her bag and rushed out the stage door, slamming into something tall and rock solid. She started to fight, and two strong hands encompassed her upper arms, shaking her lightly until she looked up.

Brock. What was he doing here?

“I think, little girl, you and I need to have a talk,” he rumbled in his too-sexy-for-words voice.

With her world crashing all around her, Alicia did the only thing a sensible girl running for her life could do—she fainted.