Play Mine (Brooklyn Dawn #3) - Cari Quinn Page 0,27
forced myself to grin as the next fan approached, her eyes hopeful and her hands shaking around the CD she held. “Hey there, darlin’, what do you have me to sign?”
Hopefully, not herself.
Before she could reply, the flash of vivid red hair disappearing into the crowd made me swallow a groan. Perfect timing for me to being going home with Teagan tonight when she probably thought I was trying to set up an easy lay.
If she would even still go home with me after this.
If it even mattered who I had sex with, because I sure as hell wasn’t sleeping with her.
And most likely never would.
“Mr. Dallas? A word?”
I tore my gaze away from the dressing room area that Teagan had disappeared into. My shoulders relaxed as I spotted Riggs following her. Thank fuck.
I glanced back at Decker. “Now?”
He nodded. “If it’s possible.”
I gave Zane a quick smile and handed over my Sharpie. He held both hands up with a marker in each. “I’m signing for the big guy.”
A woman came forward and spun around. She had one of those backless shirts that tied at the neck. “Sign my back?”
Yep. I was out of there. Even if I had to talk to the suit.
I waited until Decker and I had made it past the densely packed group of fans. “Yeah?”
Decker was spinning his ring again. “I have a request.”
“That would be for Lila, man. I just bash the drums.”
His eyes narrowed. The unnatural blue of them made me want to look away. However, I’d learned long ago that showing any weakness just caused more trouble down the line.
“I doubt that very much, Mr. Dallas.”
“Just Dallas, or Coop. Whichever.”
He cracked his knuckles. “Look, we’re dumping formalities. Works for me. I’m a fan. This isn’t just a write-off.”
My eyebrow winged up. “Huh.”
Decker shrugged. “I bought this place so I could actually bring decent music into the area again. Goddamn techno is taking over most of the clubs.”
“Has its place.” I said it merely to be an asshole. I hated the shit, but I was still pissed about him licking his chops over Teag.
“Not in this place. Well, unless Jennifer Lopez wanted a meeting. Then I might be swayed.”
I tried not to smile. I didn’t want to like the guy. “She’s not techno.”
“No, but they remix the fuck out of her shit. Sacrilege.”
“So, your request isn’t going to be ‘Get Right’?”
Decker laughed. It was a full belly laugh with his head tilted back. “You know the name of one of her songs?”
“Dude, she’s ‘Jenny From the Block.’”
“Bronx girls ’til death.”
“Well, I started in Montana, but I’m an honorary New Yorker.”
“I won’t hold it against you.”
I shook my head. “Just don’t say ‘Freebird’.”
“While an amazing song, I was thinking a little more 90’s.”
“Please don’t say NSYNC.”
“Dear God.”
I crossed my arms and just gave up on hating the guy. “Should I keep guessing?”
“‘Black’.”
“As in “Paint it Black”?” Not that the original was from the 90’s, but I was pretty sure some of the covers had come out then.
“A solid choice, but I was thinking more of the Pearl Jam persuasion.”
“Oh.” Huh. Well, that was interesting. And one that we played often when we were just fucking around with instruments when we weren’t on stage. “Actually, Jamie does a killer version of it.”
Decker’s eyes brightened. “Is that right?”
“Yeah, she doesn’t sing often, but she’s got this Pat Benatar husky killer thing when she really lets it rip. Bet I can even get Oz to sing with her.” I rubbed my hands together. “Maybe this charity gig is going to rock, after all.”
“Thought that would be a harder sell.”
“What are we selling?”
“Speak of the devil.”
Jamie shook back her ultra-violet tipped hair. “Aww, and I forgot my horns.”
“Or you left them at with your kidnap victim,” I quipped.
“Dude, he was enjoying every second of his incarceration.”
Decker’s eyebrows shot up.
Jamie tapped one long finger against his lapel. “Care to be my next victim?” In her boots, she stood eye-to-eye with Decker. “I’ll only make you beg a little.” She licked her wine-colored lips. “Or a lot. Depends on the ask.”
“Down, girl.” I hooked my arm around her neck and drew her away from her future mark. The woman was shameless. “Decker here wanted to know if we could play a song.”
“Is that right?” Her voice cooled.
“Don’t worry it’s not something lame.”
She tucked her thumbs into her low-slung leather pants and cocked a hip. “Now I’m more interested.”
To Decker’s credit, his gaze didn’t drop to her bare midriff. Jamie used