I pulled my suitcase into my hotel room and blew him a kiss when only my head was hanging out of the doorway. “You are so thoughtful. Thank you for understanding.”

I let the heavy door slam shut behind me. The hotel room was clean and small, and I sure as heck wasn’t going to complain. Unzipping my suitcase, I pulled out clothes and took a nice, long shower to wash off the millions of germs I’d picked up on the three flights to Perth. I’d barely pulled on my favorite jack-o-lantern leggings when someone began banging on the door.

“Who is it?” I yelled, tugging a black tank top on.

"Sacha, Bloodsport."

Chapter Fifteen

Sacha?

I eyed myself in the mirror and shrugged. “Coming!” I called out, hustling toward the door as I wrapped a towel around my wet hair.

The lock had barely been flipped when Sacha asked from the other side, “You hungry?”

Pulling the door wide, I smiled at the fresh-faced, wet-haired man leaning against the door with his hands in his pockets. “I’m always hungry.”

The words had barely come out of my mouth when Carter and Julian walked by. “Come eat with us, Gaby.” That was my fellow merch salesman inviting me out.

I almost asked where they were planning on going, but really? It wasn’t like it mattered. “Are you guys leaving right now?”

Sacha nodded but his attention was focused lower. On my pants. And he was grinning.

“Okay, give me two minutes to change,” I said already taking a step back and pulling the towel off my head.

He lifted his gaze, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement. “Why? You look adorable.”

My cheeks went warm, but I groaned, pushed the compliment out of my head and took another step into my room, holding the door with my hand. “Yeah, yeah. These pants aren’t warm anyway. All I need is one minute, I promise.” I dashed inside, stripped off my leggings, threw the towel over a chair and put on a clean pair of jeans. Slipping Sacha’s hoodie on and my shoes, I grabbed my purse and room key. I opened the door and found my friend where I’d left him. Down the hall by the elevators, some of the other guys were waiting around.

“Ready?” Sacha asked, dragging the hood part of his jacket over my too-damp hair.

“Ready.” It was right then that I noticed he was only wearing a long-sleeved shirt since I had his jacket on. Guilt poured through my veins. What if he got sick? He was the most particular singer I’d ever met; he was always trying to take care of himself and his voice. Hell, his warm-up routine alone before each show took an hour. “Do you want your hoodie? I don’t mind staying, especially if someone brings me food back.”

He took my elbow, his fingers so long they wrapped around it with length to spare. “Keep it until you get one. You don’t need to be getting sick, Princess.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, looking up at him and eyeing his own not-so-dry hair. “No one cares if I lose my voice, but I might get stabbed if you lost yours.”

Sacha looked down at me and sort of frowned. “I’m positive. I’ll be fine.” He blinked. “Have you always been this short?”

That had me groaning. “Yes, Captain Obvious.”

“Are you sure?” He reached over and patted the top of my head through his jacket. “You’re so cute. I can put you in a carrier—”

I hit him in the arm with a cough. “Stop. God, stop it.”

Sacha laughed, squeezing the elbow he was still holding. “I’m joking.” He dodged my next hit just barely. “But really, how tall are you? Five feet?”

Tipping my head back, I glared at him. “I should have pawned you off on that flight attendant when I had the chance…”