the car and turns to me. “You’re not a nervous flyer, are you?”
“Not yet.”
“Good.”
We unload our bags together. She huffs at my luggage. “How long are you staying in New York?”
“At least a week. We’re going to visit his family.” My mouth turns up. I’m actually looking forward to seeing Stump. I think I miss him more than my own father.
“You’re from New York too, right?”
I nod, uncomfortable talking about my origins. “We’ll probably visit my dad too while we’re here.” As much as I don’t relish another prison visit, I can’t be so close and not see my father.
Thankfully, she doesn’t pry for more information.
Chapter Seven
Chaser
My need to see Mallory is a fever creeping over my skin. I’m irritable all day waiting for her, bummed she won’t get in until late tonight.
I’m even more annoyed that I agreed to wait to go to the airport so Andrew and I could pick up the girls together.
When Andrew’s finished with his set, he lopes off the stage, high-fiving everyone he passes. He takes his sweet ass time. When he finally makes it over to me, I’m ready to snap.
“We need to get going,” I remind him, taking a step back as his sweaty stench clogs my nostrils. “You plannin’ to take a shower?”
“Nope. Pheromones. Pamela digs it.”
“I don’t think that’s the same…you know what, never mind. Let’s go.”
He stops at his dressing room door. “Give me two minutes.” He holds up two fingers and shoves them in my face in case I can’t count that high. “Stashed a little hottie in here for a post-performance BJ.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
He disappears inside the room and I stare at the door. Am I really waiting for this asshole to get a blowjob from some random chick, while his girlfriend is waiting for him at the airport? And worse, delaying getting my hands on my own girl?
“Motherfucker.” I slam my fist against the door and stalk away.
Jacob walks over and slaps my shoulder. “When Pamela breaks up with him, make sure you send her my way.”
Next to him, Garrett chuckles. “What? You think she’s gonna sniff his dick or somethin’?”
I spear my fingers through my hair. What was I thinking, agreeing to go with Andrew?
Fifteen minutes later—not the two he promised—he bounds out of his dressing room, sweatier and more disgusting looking than before—if that’s possible. “The fuck is wrong with you?” I snap.
He gives me that wide-eyed innocent puppy face that makes me want to punch him every single time. “What?”
“We’re going to be late.”
“Nah. We’ve got plenty of time.” He turns and strides down the hallway to the closest door, his bodyguard, Benny following. “Let’s go.” Andrew waves his hand over his shoulder.
I have to jog to catch up with him. Sure, now he’s eager to go. In the parking lot, he stops at a shiny, black stretch limo.
“What’s this?” I frown at the fancy ride. “I thought we were borrowing one of the roadies’ cars?”
“Nah, fuck that. That’s no way to pick up your lady. You need to do it in style. Romance her.”
“It’d probably be more romantic to pick up your lady without another woman’s saliva on your dick,” I point out.
“Don’t be smug, Chaser.” He wags his finger in my face. “Rock stars are supposed to fuck. You’re an abomination to our species.”
Maybe that’s so. I’m okay with it.
The driver holds the door open and we climb in. Inside is all slick, shiny black leather seats, a bucket of champagne, and bouquets of big, fat pink roses.
None of those things occurred to me.
Not that I think Mallory cares about that stuff. And, given the choice between the guy who appointed himself the captain of team fuck as many groupies as possible or the faithful one who shows up empty-handed, I’m ninety-nine percent sure most women would pick the flower-less dude.
“What’s all this?” I sweep my hand toward the flowers and champagne. “An ‘I’m sorry I fucked every groupie who flashed her tits at me’ apology package?”
“You gotta give the girl you’re fucking on the regular pink roses. It’s like a rule or something.” He plucks one of the tacky bouquets out of its equally tacky vase and wags it at me, spraying droplets of water all over. “You can give one to Mallory if you want.”
“No thanks.” I shove the flowers away. No way would I give Mallory sloppy-seconds roses from Andrew of all people.
“You ever think of doing something outside of Kickstart?” Andrew jams the flowers back