the best answers for my questions. I’m going to ditch the formal interviews entirely and just talk to all of you.”
“So you’re not going to interview Logan? He’s going to feel left out.”
“I have other plans for Logan’s interview. So if he asks if my questions were about your sex life, just play along, okay?”
Dare grinned and shook his head at her. “I think that man is a bad influence on you.”
“And I will be forever grateful.”
She released Dare’s arm and patted his biceps before returning to the lounge and sliding the door shut. Logan sat with his left ankle resting on the opposite leg, hands linked around his bent knee. She took a moment to admire the cut of his shoulders and arms and chest, having a deeper appreciation for his musculature now that she’d seen how much effort went into looking as good as he did. His toe began to tap, as if he struggled to contain his seemingly boundless energy.
She crossed the room and sat beside him, picking up her legal pad to pretend she was reading her prepared questions as she messed with him.
“John Entwistle,” he blurted.
Toni blinked at him in confusion. “Huh?”
“The musician alive or dead I’d want to spend the day with.”
She sat up straighter, excited to discover some common ground between them. “Oh, I love the Who. My dad and I used to sing ‘Love, Reign O’r Me’ to my mom and dance her around the kitchen every morning before she went off to work. It never failed to make her laugh.” She hadn’t thought about that for years. The memory was equally warm and heart-rending. She wondered if her mom missed those silly moments with Daddy as much as Toni did.
“Your dad sounds like a lot of fun.” Logan grinned.
“He was. He and my mom were so different yet so perfect for each other. He was so affectionate and tender and fun-loving. She’s ambitious and innovative and beautiful.”
“So you got the best of both of them,” Logan said.
Toni rubbed at one eye beneath her glasses. “I can only aspire to be like either of them.” She smacked Logan on the foot with her legal pad. “How could you?”
“What did I do? I’m being perfectly charming over here.”
Honestly, he was, but how could she tease him with her pretend questions if he knew the real ones in advance? “You read through my questions, didn’t you?”
“Just a couple. So now you’re supposed to ask why I chose John Entwistle.”
“It’s obvious. He was an amazing bassist.”
Logan nodded in agreement. “He was. But that’s not the only reason why.”
“Then why?”
“The night before the first the Who reunion tour concert, the man died with a stripper in his bed at the Hard Rock Hotel in Las Vegas. If that isn’t the most rock star way to die, I don’t know what is.”
Toni shook her head at him in disbelief. “I do hope you’re joking.”
“Seriously. The dude was fifty-seven years old and still rocking the mattress with hot chicks.”
Toni smacked his foot with her legal pad again. “That is so crass, Logan.”
“Maybe, but it’s still an awesome way to go.”
“I thought he died of a cocaine-induced heart attack.” When her father had learned of Entwistle’s passing, he’d been devastated and even used the tragedy to press his Just Say No agenda on his impressionable daughter.
“Yeah, but he had a stripper in his bed. So after I fist bump him for not dying on a toilet—”
“Logan!”
“I’ll spend the rest of the day staring at him in awe and begging him to show me his fingering.”
“That’s what she said,” slipped out before Toni could help herself.
Logan burst out laughing and grabbed her, hauling her onto his lap. “I can’t show you his fingering,” he said, “but I can show you mine.”
“Later,” she said, her eyes drifting closed as he found the sensitive spot on her neck. Her body shuddered as waves of pleasure coursed down her spine. “We need to finish our interview first.”
“The entire time you were back here alone with the other guys, I was going crazy for my turn to answer your questions.”
“That’s why you were going crazy?”
His soft chuckle stirred strands of hair against the suddenly sensitive skin of her throat. “You got me,” he said. “I just wanted to be near you and not let anyone else enjoy what I have.”
“Oh, so you have me, do you?” He totally did, but the more time she spent with him, the more she realized she wasn’t the