saw us. The different parts of us we didn’t always show each other.
Making a mental note to follow up with Bubba’s plans at some point, I decided I had to do some research in investments for the musical business. The more I listened to Bubba, the more I realized this guy needed to do something with it. Especially since he even got Frankie to sing for us while he was playing.
Yep, music was going on the list.
“Why can’t I know where we’re going?” Frankie asked, her gorgeous green eyes glittering as she stared at me. She was dressed in ripped jeans, a dark green long-sleeved shirt with the shoulders cut out, and a pair of calf-length boots that just added to how long her legs seemed. Even better, she had on her charm bracelet and the necklace. I had more charms to add to it for the holiday, not just the skiing one.
The microphone would be ready for it after tonight.
“Because it’s a surprise,” I told her as we waited for the guys to join us. The best part of a concert—there was no dress code. But I had a feeling Frankie would have at least two new concert shirts before the evening was over.
Admittedly, being able to have the car service bring us nice limos for the trips was a perk I’d never regret, but I missed having our own cars. I liked being able to steal away with her. The ride there, we ate snacks, drank sodas, and laughed. It was a game of twenty questions with Frankie, each one growing more outrageous than the last.
Bubba knew where we were going, and I clued Jake and Coop in when Frankie went to get ready. They’d both gaped at me and then Jake swore. “She’s going to lose her mind.”
That was the plan.
I wasn’t the only one enjoying her increasingly outlandish asks though, so it was kind of a win for all of us.
When we reached the venue, it was hard to disguise what we were there for. Speechless, she’d glanced from the sign to me, then back to the sign. Was I grinning like a damn cat? Hell yes, I was.
Speaking of cats, I’d shared the video Jeremy sent me of all three of her little pets being cosseted in style at the house. Jeremy had even invested in a series of cat trees and toys. The video had all three of them stoned out of their minds on catnip.
It had been hysterical.
Frankie flung herself at me, the hug so fierce that I almost missed the flash of tears in her eyes.
“Hey,” I said, cupping her face and thumbing away the moisture. “No tears unless they sing some gut-wrenching sad song.” They better fucking not.
“These are happy tears, you ass.” She sniffed, then grinned at me. “I’ve never been to a concert.”
I smirked, then dropped a kiss to the tip of her nose. “I know.”
“And this is Torched!”
“Funny,” I teased. “I thought you might like them.” Her pinch just made me laugh.
She tucked herself right up under my arm as we strolled inside. I’d been to concerts before, nothing big really. But I’d never been crazy about a band or a group the way she was about Torched. She ended up getting three shirts. I really liked the sleeveless one with the roses in the center. Those were a big deal to the band. One of the singers had roses tattooed along her arm, and Frankie mused that maybe she could do that.
“What do you think? Should I dye my hair blue?”
That would be a negative. Thank fuck all three of the others were on my side in that argument. The thought of all that golden blonde disappearing? Fuck. No. Her laughter was worth a little bit of ribbing though.
Bubba took point as we headed to our seats with Jake behind us. A move I appreciated, considering the number of dicks checking out Frankie’s ass. The jeans did great things for them, but Jake looked like he was making a list.
“I got the bail covered,” I told him with a clap to the shoulder as we put Frankie in the middle, two of us on either side. This time, I took advantage of grabbing the one to her immediate left as Bubba took the one to her right. That put Coop and Jake on the outside.
We’d grabbed water bottles from a vendor on the way in, and I wasn’t the only one checking the seal. No one was