I couldn't explain the rush of excitement and fear I felt as I grabbed the microphone and went on stage to sing "Sweet Home Alabama". I had to admit, the bright spotlights helped. I could barely see anyone in the audience.

After about a minute into singing, I finally spotted Sean through the bright lights. He was at the bar and there was a woman talking to him. I could tell from his expression he wasn't into it.

I saw him walk towards me and she stopped him. My already bad feeling got worse when I saw her pull something from her purse. When Sean turned to look at me, she poured some kind of liquid in his glass.

I dropped the mic and quickly got off the stage. I pushed myself through the crowd, some urging me to back on stage and some laughing. I didn't give a fuck. I saw him start to lose his balance and she tried ushering him to the door. Like hell, I thought.

I made my way to the entrance, where a security guard was standing. "Sir, please you have to help me."

"What's the problem?" He asked in a bored tone. I'm sure he just thinks I'm drunk and hysterical.

I looked to my right and the blonde woman was pushing Sean my direction. "That woman there, she drugged his drink. I saw her form stage!"

"Ma'am, isn't it usually the other way around?"

"I'm telling you! Help me!" What the hell was this guy's problem?

The security guard rolled his eyes and started walking to Sean and the blonde. When we approached them, she looked up with panic clear in her eyes.

The officer looked to Sean with a frown, before looking back to the blonde. "Ma'am, I'm going to need you to step over here so I can talk to you."

"Lydia," Sean groaned. "Help---me. Please. Drugged me."

His eyes were barely open, but his voice was loud enough that the guard heard him. "Ma'am, you're going to need to come with me. We're going to give the police a call."

Backing away from Sean, she started getting hysterical. "It wasn't my idea! She asked me to do it!"

I was standing next to Sean now, after the blonde walked away, he started losing his balance. He was sweating as he leaned against me.

"Who asked you to do it?" The guard asked as he pulled out a phone to call the police.

"I don't know. Some girl outside asked me to come in and drug his drink. She gave me the roofies and two-thousand-dollars. I swear."

There was only one person who could have set this up. PSYCHO Amy. I couldn't worry about that right now. "Sir, I need to get him to his room and call a doctor. How can I get in touch with you?"

He handed me a piece of paper. "Write down your hotel and room number. An officer will contact you."

With the help of a bystander, I got Sean into a cab even though our hotel was close. He leaned his head against my shoulder with his eyes closed.

"Sean? Stay awake. Come on. We're almost there."

We finally made it up to his room and I helped him lay down on the bed. I called the concierge from the cab to have a doctor called. He arrived five minutes after we did.

I stood back while the doctor examined him.

"How long ago was this?" he asked.

"About thirty minutes ago."

The doctor took his blood pressure and examined his eyes before looking at me. "Well, it doesn't look like the attacker gave him very much of the drug. Stay with him overnight and make sure he drinks fluids. He might be in and out of consciousness and might not be his usual self." He pulled a card from his wallet. "If you get any concerns, call me."

When the doctor left, I pulled Sean's phone out of his pocket. I went to his most recent call log and called Anne, his assistant.

"Good evening, Mr. Williams," she said in greeting.

I glanced to Sean who was passed out at the moment. "Uh, this is Lydia."

"Oh, Sean's friend! Hi, there. I'm Anne. Is everything okay?"

I wasn't surprised she knew who I was. Sean told her I would be traveling with him. "I'm worried his ex may be in New Orleans. I saw someone put something in his drink tonight and she claimed another woman paid her to do it."

"Oh, my god! Is he alright?" She asked in a panicked tone.

"Yes, I had a doctor look at him and I'm going to keep an eye on him tonight."

"Oh, okay. That's good. Now, I spoke to the police this morning. They haven't found her yet. It doesn't necessarily mean she's their but its a strong possibility."

"How is she tracking him? Sean was worried about a tracker on his phone but he got a pre-paid one." That what was pissing me off.

"I don't know," Anne said. After a second I heard a gasp on the other end of the line. "Oh, my God."

"What? What is it?" Hopefully she figured something out because I was starting to freak out.

"The car. He's driving his dad's car, right?"

"Yes," I answered. Where was she going with this?

"Well, she obviously saw you to leave together when he came to get the car. I wouldn't put it past her to put a tracker on it."

That's a possibility, I guess. "But, why is she only now making a move? She could have at any time."

Anne was quiet for a moment. "Maybe she thinks things are progressing with you two."

That had to be it! To anyone else, it probably looked like we were on a date tonight. Then we danced in the quarter, out in the open. We had another almost-kiss. It probably triggered her behavior.

"Anne, I think you're right. Listen, I'm going to check on Sean and will keep you updated. I know the restraining order won't matter since we are in a different state. We'll figure out the car information later, after he's better."

"Okay, Lydia. Thank you."

After hanging up with Anne, I went and sat beside Sean on his bed. I put the back of my hand against his forehead, checking for fever. He didn't feel warm, so that was good. I just looked at him after that. Even though he was drugged, he looked peaceful while he was sleeping. I glanced down his body, remembering how it felt when we were dancing in the quarter. I'd never danced before in my life. It felt like a big deal to dance with him. Personal. Intimate. When he asked me, I was on the verge of saying no. But when I looked at his eyes, I could tell he would be okay with it. Because he knew who I was. He knew me.

Unable to resist the urge, I reached my hand out and ran it through the soft locks of his hair. That seemed to make him stir and I immediately pulled my hand back.

"Lydia?" He asked in a groggy voice.

"Hey, it's me."

He opened his eyes slowly, obviously having a hard time focusing. "I don't-- I don't feel right."

"I know. It's okay. You're okay."

He was having trouble trying to talk and cleared his throat. "Can you do something for me?"

"Of course, anything."

What he asked shocked me. "Can you lie down next to me?"

"I-- Um..."

"Please?"

"He's not going to act like himself," the doctor had said. Along with the fact that he probably wouldn't remember any of this.

"Okay," I said in a quiet voice. I stretched out next to him on my side, still in my dress, facing him.

He shifted to his side and looked at me. His eyes seemed heavy and his speech was a little slurred. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"

It felt like my heart jumped in my throat at his words. I didn't know what to say, so I went with the truth. "No." Besides the few times Sean has complimented me, no one has ever called me beautiful or anything close to it.

He reached his hand to tuck some of my hair behind my ear and cupped the side of my face. His lips parted a little and I saw him glance at my mouth before meeting my stare. He pulled my mouth to his and I gasped in surprise. It was slow and soft at first. Just his lips against mine. After a minute, I got more into it and he started stroking his my tongue with his.

I could taste a hint of the Rum and Coke he had earlier. He buried his hand in my hair as he deepened the kiss. I was lost in the taste, smell and feel of him. He overrode my senses. I couldn't pull away even if I wanted to.

But he did. "I'm sorry, Lydia. I just-- Needed to kiss you."

Still reeling from the feelings he stirred inside me, I couldn't say anything. I could barely think right now. He turned on his back and let out a long breath. He turned his head and looked at me, "Come here," he beckoned laying out his left arm.

I moved closer and laid my head on his chest. He started stroking my hair and the last thing I remembered before I fell asleep, was the feel of his tongue dancing with mine.