that Dean was fucking enchanted by me, for she assured me that she was equally enchanted as well.
“You want a drink?” Phil’s mouth brushed my earlobe.
“Yes, please. Jäger and a water chaser.” No need to get tanked before dinner.
With the introductions made, we all threw back a drink and made to leave.
Stephen, the lead singer for Black Prophecy, and his wife, Tara, smiled at me.
“We’ll see you all at the House of Blues then,” said Tara.
“Great,” I replied, surprised when she came in for a hug.
“I’m so happy he found you, Kenna,” she whispered to me. “He looks so…beautiful. You’ve made him whole.”
I smiled at her in return. “That goes both ways.”
Takami Sushi and Robata Bar was on the twenty-first floor of a high-rise building, and our table was out on an open balcony that overlooked LA. The view was breathtaking, and I wasn’t the only one who thought so. I knew Alys and Lili felt the same exhilaration I did because when the adorable hostess—is everyone in this fucking city stunning?—had brought us out to our table, we’d all shared the same slack-jawed expression.
Offered an impressive selection of custom-designed cocktails, we all ordered some “fruity-looking shit”—sometimes, it was hard to believe Phil was a poet—while we waited for the shit-ton of sashimi, maki, and nigiri to come out.
Everything was phenomenal and exquisite, down to the last detail.
We had never all gone out to dinner together before, and we were enjoying ourselves immensely. It had been almost two months since the day when we all came together and formed this tight little family. I could feel just how much we all truly meant to each other.
“Did you all ever consider moving out here?” Alys asked the guys.
With food like this, it was a wonder that they hadn’t.
“Hell no,” grunted X, massaging his flat stomach. “This place is for people who need the fame. We just want to make music.”
“It’d never really be home,” said Jason.
“Do you want to live out here?” Phil asked me quietly.
I caught on to his hidden meaning quick. His home was with me, no matter where that was.
He would never choose to live here, but if I wanted to, he wouldn’t give it a second thought. He loves me enough to travel to the ends of the earth because I’m his…and because he’s mine.
That thought struck me deep in my chest. Startled, I looked up into his eyes and saw the truth of it in them. He was silently telling me this, reaching out to me with his heart and mind, wanting me to feel what was the most important part of him—me.
“No,” I replied.
He smiled, and my breath snagged in my lungs. It never failed to stun me completely—his unique primal beauty. He wanted to share all of himself with only me…and that stunned me even more so.
His kiss was soft, warm, and brief, nothing he hadn’t given me a thousand times before, yet I felt another little piece of myself being snatched away. One day, I was going to wake up and have nothing left of myself. What would I have then?
Him.
It was strange that we were having this silent moment while the rest of the world carried on as though two souls hadn’t just exchanged bits of themselves with one another.
“Good. Because I would hate to live out here.” He grinned.
“I know you would. I think I would, too. Earthquakes terrify the shit out of me.”
“Not hurricanes?”
“Not so much.” I smiled.
He leaned over and pressed his mouth to mine again, his tongue tracing over my bottom lip. More than anything, I wanted to draw it into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it, but I wasn’t a huge fan of PDA. Him licking my chest in the lounge had been weird enough for me.
That was so hot though.
Running behind as was fashionable, we all piled back into the limo and headed for the House of Blues.
“Ready to have some fun?” Sheri asked.
Oh, hells yes!
The House of Blues on Sunset Strip didn’t appear similar to our own back in New Orleans. The one back home squatted between two buildings, almost invisible. This one was right there on the street, in your face. We pulled up to the front, and again, there were barricades to block off the crowds from the celebrities exiting the limos.
Phil looked down at me. “There’s gonna be a lot goin’ on, probably from the moment we walk through the door. We have to do signings and meet the fans,