fan. She works at the Rock Paper. She’s gonna know her bands.”
Micah shook his head with a look of parental disapproval. “Noah, you can be such a dick.”
Shane had watched this whole exchange in silence, but now he said, “I play drums, Layla.”
For that little kindness, it was worth blowing some cool points. I shot him my flirtiest smile. “Yeah, I knew that. You’re a force of nature.”
He beamed. “Hurricane Shane. That’s me.”
Noah’s shoulders relaxed, and he seemed to give up his cat and mouse game. I had no idea what he was after. Did he suspect my interest here bordered on stalker? Did it matter? Would they treat me differently if they knew what I did in my spare time? If they knew I could sing some of their songs by heart?
It wasn’t like they were Walking Disaster. I wasn’t sure I could be so cool if Adam Copeland or Mark Townsend were sitting at that counter.
Not to mention, Jo was right. I knew my bands. Rock trivia wasn’t a game I played to lose.
Fortunately, the heat of the conversation lifted while everyone concentrated on eating. I might have been imagining things, but I felt as though Shane glanced my way surreptitiously a few times. When dinner came to an end, Noah said, “Let’s hit the road, man. I’m beat.”
Shane thanked Jo for dinner, punched Micah on the shoulder, then shoved a hand in one of his pockets and said, “It was nice to meet you, Layla.”
A swirl of sunrise played along his jaw, and I suddenly didn’t know what to do with my own arms. I shoved my hands under my thighs and sat on them. “You, too.”
As the guys headed out, I started gathering my things together, wondering if I should call a cab.
Jo laid a hand on my arm. “Micah and I think you ought to stay here.”
I was speechless. “Uh.”
“We’ve got a cozy guest room upstairs for when my mom visits. You could take a little more time to scour craigslist for something affordable but not sleazy.”
“I don’t know.” It felt incredibly invasive. Micah had just come home, and he clearly wanted some privacy with his girlfriend.
Micah spoke up. “I can send my driver over to pick up your things. You’d be safer and more comfortable here.”
“Come on. I’ll show you.” Jo led me to the top of the stairs. I peered into a master bedroom with an enormous king size bed, but she crossed the hall, explaining, “I work in here sometimes, but I’m done for the day.”
The guest room had a queen bed and a desk. On the wall, above a laptop, hung a picture of Micah sleeping like a god on a divan, covered in nothing but a blood red throw. I stared at it. “I think I’ve seen this before.”
She chuckled. “Yeah. My old boss published that in an effort to show him in an unflattering light.” She cocked her head. “But I like it. Plus, it embarrasses my mom.”
I didn’t know anything to say, but my lack of response was bordering on rude, so I forced myself to smile and tell her, “Thank you. This is incredibly generous of you.”
“Nonsense. You’d do the same I’m sure.”
True. But would she have been so neighborly if she knew about my hobby? Would she invite me into her home if she knew I was the equivalent of an Internet peeping Tom?
Talking Disaster Forum
Topic: Walking Disaster - Adam - Hot Photo Thread 7 - Page 321
CaliforniaDreamin wrote:
I see tummy! *swoon*
AdamsWife wrote:
OMG, I love that one, CD! He’s so casually sexy, you know?
NewDawn wrote:
Hi. I’m new here. That photo brought me out of lurker mode to say, meow.
mAdam wrote:
Welcome to the forum, @NewDawn! I cannot disagree with you. That’s one beautiful photo . . . of one beautiful man.
NewDawn wrote:
Hee hee. Love your username! I think I’m going to love reading back through this thread.
WeedGirl wrote:
Holy shit! That photog sure knows how to capture Adam’s lips.
Pumpkin39 wrote:
That’s one of my favorites. Wouldn’t mind trading places with that microphone. :)
CaliforniaDreamin wrote:
We even got Pumpkin to comment. Score! Hey, Pumpkin, you think you could maybe get this one into the banner rotation?
Pumpkin39 wrote:
I dunno. You know how the music nerds object to the objectification . . . But I’ll see what I can do.
CaliforniaDreamin wrote:
Bows down. We’d love you forever!
WeedGirl wrote:
Marry me, Pumkpin! You’re the best.
Chapter Four
Alone, waiting for my things to arrive from my hotel, I slipped my shoes off and propped