Rockstar Lost - Taryn Quinn Page 0,5
up her wide smile and easy laugh as she talked to regulars. Enjoyed checking out the long, toned legs that gave me way too many ideas about how perfectly we’d fit together. Considering the last time a woman even made my dick sit up and take notice, it was a sudden and painful reminder of my very long drought.
When another hour passed, I deliberately put my glass on the edge of the table in an obvious signal for a refill. She walked by me no less than four times without so much as a glance in my direction. That was Felicity—stubborn and more than capable of ignoring me, no matter what I did to her.
We would just see about that.
As the dinner rush wore on and the cocktails flowed, I finally had to flag down another waitress to get a beer. The pretty blond tripped over her own feet when she got a good look at me.
“Shit,” I said under my breath. I was already out of the band in heart and mind, but I was still famous. And the world still didn’t know I’d left.
The girl grinned and winked. “Our little secret.”
Relieved, I smiled back. “Whatever IPA you have on draft would be great.”
“You got it.” She flicked her hair over her shoulder as she headed to the bar. When I looked away from her, I caught Felicity’s glance in my direction. And the nostril flare that she would be pissed to know I’d caught.
Not so cool about me sitting all alone if someone was actually paying attention to me.
Evidently, all hope wasn’t lost.
The blond was back, leaning over a little too much for setting a beer on the table in front of me. Was her shirt lower than the last time she’d been by? There was also just enough foam to show it was a nice new pull, but not enough to say she was a novice.
“Let me know if you need anything else. It’s Felicity’s last night. Only reason she’d leave you hanging over here. Everyone wants to talk to her.”
I sat up straighter. “What?”
“Yeah, I can’t believe it myself. She’s been a staple of The Alley for as long as I can remember.”
My gaze shot to Felicity. Her smile was back and she was laughing at whatever the idiot bro was saying to her. Her hand rested on his shoulder as she leaned down to kiss his cheek.
I didn’t realize my fingers had clenched around my beer until the foam started vibrating. “New job?”
The girl opened her mouth to say something, but she suddenly frowned. “Something like that.”
I followed her gaze and bit back a laugh at the stink-eye Fee was throwing at her. All righty then. I lifted the glass to my mouth. “Thanks for the info…”
“Bree.”
“Bree.” I took a sip and my smile widened. If I had to sit here, at least the beer was good. “Don’t go too far, Bree. I’m going to need another of these.”
“You got it.”
The night wore on. I caved and ordered a basket of onion rings. It was a safe bet kissing Felicity wouldn’t be on the menu for a bit. At least based on the daggers I was getting each time she thought I wasn’t looking.
I didn’t want her to forget I was there.
No chance of that, since people kept peeking into the corner to check me out. I’d been flying under the radar since singing earlier. I’d retrieved a long-sleeved button-down shirt from my truck, which hid my distinctive tattoos. My curls were mostly shorn off at this point, but they couldn't all be contained.
Felicity and I would have beautiful babies with curly hair.
Where had that come from? Maybe I needed to slow down with the beer. I pushed away the third glass and pulled the rings closer.
The fact that I didn’t mind the idea was a little worse.
They’d be damn pretty babies.
My gaze slid to the clock above the jukebox. Ten minutes and Felicity wouldn’t be able to ignore me any longer.
Three
My Apple watch buzzed on my wrist. Dammit. How was it eight already?
I glanced around, and the pub was still full of people. Overflow from the more-exciting-than-usual jam session that grew from Myles’s guest appearance threw the whole day out of whack. The bar was packed thanks to the last bit of Happy Hour and ejecting people from tables was difficult.
Especially since my section had a damn rockstar in it.
Freaking Myles.
“Ready?”
His voice drilled into me.
Not the only thing you want drilling either.
Shut up.
I so