“Isn’t Lizzy her best friend?”

Annie didn’t answer until the other people in the elevator got off. “I get a weird feeling about Lizzy. Like I know they’re friends, but she’s forever keeping Bristol on task. It’s all business when we’re in the arenas and theaters. She’s professional with me, but she doesn’t have to be so controlling or so mean to her staff.”

“Like when she yelled at Bruce earlier?” Charley gave her a look that conveyed exactly how Annie felt.

“Right? Maybe that’s normal, but it made me feel uncomfortable.”

“I guess she sees it as part of her job. Maybe they’ve had issues in the past with subpar security. It is her job to protect Bristol.”

“Lizzy’s more than just overly protective. You’ll see it when we’re at the spa.” Annie unlocked the door.

“Bristol and Lizzy seemed tight at The Night Owl. They were really excited that you signed on.”

“Yeah. That’s the part that throws me. At first, Lizzy seemed like my biggest cheerleader. Now she treats me as though I’m supposed to bow down to her or something.” Annie kicked off her shoes. Trying to look sexy and fresh for hours was hard. Her feet were sore, and she was exhausted.

Charley pulled Annie’s phone and compact out and put them on the nightstand between them. “Don’t let her get you down. Nobody cares about what Lizzy thinks.”

“I’ll try not to overthink it. We should probably get some sleep. I want tomorrow’s concert to be the best one ever.” Annie stretched and grabbed her pajamas.

“It’s going to be hard beating the one you just did. Both of you were on fire.”

Annie leaned against the doorframe to the bathroom. “It was pretty magical.”

* * *

It wasn’t as if Annie was afraid to undress in front of other women, but when the salon coordinator, Becca, issued the seven of them robes and sent them to the dressing room, the butterflies in her stomach released. She pictured square metal lockers and wooden benches, but forgot the salon was upscale and not a gym. They all had private dressing rooms, and since Bristol rented out the entire spa, they had the place to themselves. Her security detail remained outside the glass doors.

“We’re going to split you up. Half of you can go for mani-pedis, while the other half can go for massages,” Becca said.

Annie cinched the belt of her robe tighter, anxious to see how they would be divided. She wasn’t about to start making demands but took one tiny step closer to Bristol.

“How about me, Annie, and Charley hit the massage tables first.” Bristol looked at Lizzy, who reluctantly nodded.

“Okay. We’ll just be on the other side of the wall.” Lizzy pointed and left the three of them to be led down the hall by Becca.