Rockstar Lost - Taryn Quinn Page 0,12

as foreign as…well, following a rockstar around the world. Not that he’d given me the chance. Nope, he’d just kissed me like his life—my life, no, our life—depended on it then left me hanging. Like a chump.

My eyelids started to droop. I should get up and turn off the lights, but I just didn’t have it in me. A soft purr came from over my ear just before Boo leaped down off the couch cushion and dug his bony little toes into my hip before finally settling in behind my back.

At least the cat didn’t hold my drunk feet against me.

My stack of bags against the wall blurred. All my worldly possessions were down to two bags. My laptop bag and a suitcase carefully Marie Kondo'd to within an inch of its life. Makeup, two pairs of sandals, and a tiny stash of lingerie.

Just in case.

If I was going out to find myself, then at least I should be able to get laid. Sooner or later.

Maybe.

Flashes of Myles with his bright, almost otherworldly blue eyes popped into my brain. Seducing strangers, not him. He was my friend. Maybe I could get him back to best friend status someday. But not anything more. I’d had a taste of that and he’d taken it away.

However, the courting thing he’d blurted out had caused my current state. So, I was the definition of a hot mess—at least in my head.

I pulled my pillow over my head. Friends. Not courting. He was just being stupid and now everything was muddy and confusing.

The room spun a little, so I shut my eyes and let the mixture of beer and whiskey pull me under.

It seemed like a mere nanosecond passed between my eyelids closing and the banging on my door dragging me out of sleep.

I rolled over. If I ignored whomever was trying to sell something, they’d go away. And if they were a religious sort, then they could definitely go hang.

Another earth-rattling round of pounding started up. “You can’t ignore me. I know you’re in there.”

“Fuck.” I flipped onto my back and stared at the water-stained ceiling. I didn’t have it in me for Myles yet.

I heard the jiggle of the doorknob then the lock being disengaged.

What in the fuck?

When the door opened, I rolled off the couch and landed on the carpeting with a yowl from Boo. He took off like a shot for the hallway, and I stared up at America’s favorite piano player. As if I should be surprised. He knew where the damn extra key was.

He looked like a rock god with his wild curling hair falling in his eyes and scruff that was heading ever closer to a beard. His stupid amazing eyes were bright and clear. He crouched down and held out a cup of coffee. “Looking good, Fee.”

“I hate you.”

His eyes crinkled with a wide smile. “Rough night?” His gaze tracked down to my tank and naked legs. His nostrils flared once and his lids lowered in that smoky way I’d only seen in pictures.

Never toward me.

Well, except one time—that kiss. So long ago, and yet it still felt like freaking yesterday.

I dragged down the blanket that had gotten twisted on my ten-out-of-ten landing in the graceful Olympics. I didn’t remember stripping last night, but then again, when I was drunk, I got overheated, so it wasn’t exactly shocking.

I wrapped the blanket around my chest and legs. “Would you mind?”

He was still holding out the coffee. “I don’t mind.”

“Ugh. A gentleman would turn around.”

“No gentleman here. Dirty, filthy ex…” His words trailed off and he cleared his throat. “No gentleman.”

My brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders, but that seemed weird. I took the coffee and sipped. Damn that man for remembering how I liked my coffee. And mercy, did I need it. I tried to get back up on the couch, but the coffee table was too damn close and there was a tall idiot looming over me.

I slipped on the chenille blanket and Myles snorted before putting down his own coffee, then hauling me up against him.

Leather, woodsmoke, and coffee filled my head. I swayed against him and those ridiculous eyes went stormy. “Don’t look at me like that, Fee. I burned my best friend rulebook in Los Angeles.”

I pushed him away and collapsed onto the couch again, covering up my legs and freaking underwear.

“I like the rubber duckies though.” He grinned and plopped himself on the couch beside me.

Seriously. I had to be wearing those underwear