"How did it go?" I asked him as soon as we were a few feet away from the booth. It didn't escape me that his arm was wrapped tighter around my shoulder than ever before. He steps were slow and steady to let me keep up with his naturally longer stride.

"Good," he said simply, looking down at my bag. "I just need to wash my hair out, and then we can head over to the museum."

"Okay."

In no time, we had trailed around the booths and were flashing our laminates at security guards to let us go to the back where we had come from. He dropped his arm from around my shoulder and wrapped his hand around mine, entwining those long, slender fingers through my own. The smile he gave me was the same one from before, all sugar, sweet, and happy. Tristan pulled me in the direction of a large family bathroom that was off to the side. There were more people in the back area than there had been before, which wasn't all too surprising since it was later in the morning by that point.

"Hey Robby!" a voice from the other side of the area belted out.

He stopped and his muscles tensed. Green eyes bore into mine like they were trying to convey some sort of message telepathically before he snapped his gaze over to where the female had called out to him. I felt my stomach do a free fall. It reminded me a lot of the time I went sky diving with Zoey and Josh; the longest thirteen seconds of my life were when I did that tandem jump with a much older man strapped to my back, and it seemed like we were rushing through open air for hours while my stomach floated freely. Dread filled the empty space that my stomach left as I looked in the same direction as well.

There was a pretty redhead, obviously a fake ginger by the hint of dark roots that were growing in, sauntering over to where we stood. He let out a shaky breath followed by a groan when I guessed he recognized the female. "Hey," he muttered in a less than enthusiastic tone.

"How you been, handsome?" she asked, approaching him. Her light gaze hadn't moved in my direction at all, but my eyes were glued to the bouncing monstrosity that her bright pink shirt covered.

"Good. You?" Tristan replied, squeezing my hand.

"Fabulous. I haven't seen you," the way she said the last word made me want to vomit because I caught her eyes wandering to his crotch. "In a very long time."

"Yeah," was the only thing that he responded, squeezing my hand tighter.

Was it too much to ask for him to be an asshole and blow her off? Was I being a bitch for wanting him to tell her to fuck off and put on a bra for baby Jesus' sake? If I wanted to look at tits and nipples I'd look at my own. I wanted him to acknowledge the fact that I was standing right next to him, holding his damn hand while another female ogled him. Another female he had problem been with at some point, hopefully a very long time ago. Ugh. I wasn't sure if the burning sensation in my center was heartburn or what, but I was really craving some Tums right then.

"We should totally talk to our managers and see if we can work together again soon," the redheaded slut practically moaned.

Tristan just nodded, but I could see the clench in his jaw. "Umm..."

I'm not sure where it came from but I reached over and pinched him in the ribs with my free hand. Unfortunately, since he practically had no body fat on his torso, it probably wasn't as effective as I'd hoped but he flinched just a little in response. The redhead at that point turned to look at me, and then at our hands exactly like Walter had done an hour before. My stomach churned, and armpits immediately started sweating in response to her cold stare. Why did it feel like everyone was teaming up against us today?

"I didn't see that you were here with someone," the girl said in a flat voice, talking to Tristan but looking at me.