Rocking Kin (Lucy & Harris, #3) - Terri Anne Browning Page 0,43
I’d promised my mother and I was going to keep that damn promise. But as soon as I turned eighteen, I was gone. Nothing could keep me in Scott Montez’s house a second longer than was necessary.
The rest of the drive to First Bass was uneventful for the most part. Marcus pulled to a stop in front of the club and handed the keys to the Range Rover over to the valet before helping Lucy out. I grabbed my guitar case and followed her. We didn’t even look at the huge guy standing in front of the velvet ropes, keeping people out. I gritted my teeth as more than one pap called out my name and then Lucy’s, but neither of us bothered to give them so much as a glance as we entered the club.
Normally on Wednesday nights we didn’t go up to the VIP floor, so when Tiny stepped forward as we started to pass the VIP entrance, we were both surprised. “Miss Thornton,” the big, delicious man with the scary-as-fuck voice greeted her. Even though she knew the guy, his sudden appearance startled her and she stepped back, instinctively moving toward Marcus. “Mr. Cutter asks that you join him in his office at your earliest convenience.”
She stiffened and I watched her eyes widen. I pressed my lips together. Harris had ignored Lucy for over a week now and suddenly he was requesting she come to him? Yeah, that shit wasn’t going to fly with Lucy. Even I knew that. I tightened my hold on her hand, offering her silent support.
Lucy straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin. “Thank you, Tiny, but please inform Mr. Cutter that I won’t be joining him in his office. If he couldn’t find two seconds to send me a text letting me know he was alive, I sure as hell don’t have time to visit with him now.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing when I saw the big man’s mouth actually drop open in surprise. Apparently telling Tiny ‘no’ didn’t happen often. I couldn’t help smirking up at the big guy in amusement, but before I could say a single word Marcus was pushing both me and Lucy forward.
He found us a table and I sat down while he took up his usual post several feet away. That was one of the many things I liked about Marcus. He was respectful enough to give Lucy some space and I knew Lucy was never afraid to be herself around him. His loyalty was to her, and he would never tell her parents anything unless it was something that posed a potential threat to her life.
While I got my notebook out that was filled with all the new songs I’d been working on, a waitress stopped by our table and I ordered ginger ales for both of us. Lucy looked like she was lost in a world of her own and I couldn’t keep from calling Harris Cutter a stupid sonofabitch to myself. Lucy had confided in me that Harris had kissed her the night we’d had a girls’ night out with her mother, sister and Aunt Emmie.
That had been more than a week ago and the douchebag hadn’t so much as called her or texted her. If I hadn’t known how close Lucy and Harris were, I would have said that he was just the typical dickhead who had gotten his taste of my friend and was giving her the brush off, but Harris was different. I’d seen the way he looked at Lucy Thornton. Seen the hunger in his aquamarine eyes and the love that seemed to radiate off him whenever they were near each other.
I’d had to twist her around my finger to get her to even agree to come with me and I could see she wasn’t exactly comfortable. I felt bad for conning her into coming, but knew that I wouldn’t have gotten past the front door without Lucy’s help. That didn’t mean I liked seeing her like that. She hadn’t been this uncomfortable about being in First Bass since the first time I’d come in to do an open mike night.
The waitress returned quickly with our drinks and set the first glass in front of Lucy. “Mr. Cutter would like for you to join him in his office,” she told Lucy.
Dark brown eyes lowered to her soda, but I wasn’t about to just sit there while Harris had his staff pass on messages