face. “We could only be so lucky to have half the career Shooting Fences has had.”
“Did you talk to Thom about it?”
“They’re on our label, so they really want us to tour together.”
“So it’s a done deal?”
“Unless we really have a serious objection, it sounds like it. Thom says they’re excited about the tour and will behave, but—”
“Rock stars are so untrustworthy?” I tease.
He chuckles. “Exactly.”
“Did you have another band in mind?”
“Honestly, no. You know what an egomaniac I am. I’d play the whole three hours by myself.”
I snort. “Egomaniac sounds so harsh. More like, passionate about your career.”
“Sure, that sounds better.”
“Give them a chance. Maybe they’ll impress you.”
“Come with me tonight.”
The thought of spending the next few hours jammed into a stuffy, smoky club and then waking up at the crack of dawn is so unappealing. “I have to be on set early tomorrow.”
His mouth curls into the devilish smile I can’t resist as he comes closer. “Come on,” he cajoles. “I’ll make you breakfast, and take you to work tomorrow so you can sleep in as late as possible.”
“You’ll be too tired.”
“I miss having you watch me play. You’ve missed all our rehearsals this week. I always sound better when you’re there.”
“That’s ridiculous. You sound amazing no matter what.”
“Nope. It’s a fact.”
“Says who?” My lips twitch. Cindy might have to dab on a lot more concealer under my eyes tomorrow—I’m seriously considering going.
“Me.” He captures me by the hips and yanks me toward him. “Please?”
“Okay.” I glance at my closet. The last thing I feel like doing is dressing up to go to a club.
“Throw on some jeans,” he suggests, reading my mind perfectly. “Nothing fancy. We don’t have a lot of time anyway.”
“Give me ten minutes?” I grab a pair of skintight purple-tinted acid wash jeans and a Kickstart tank top. A skinny red, studded belt drops to the floor and I scoop it up, wrapping it around my waist twice. I glance at the neat line of pretty heels stacked in my closet and my feet cry. Can’t do it. I grab a pair of black flats instead. My hair’s still teased and fluffy from filming today, but I gather it into a big, poofy ponytail to keep it out of my face, slick on some gloss and hurry out to the living room.
“Sexy.” Chaser runs his gaze over me and sets the phone down. “Do you mind if we take your car? I called the guys and told them they didn’t need to pick me up.”
“Not at all.”
He lugs his equipment out to the car and loads it up. Then we’re off.
The sidewalk in front of the club is clogged with people. We end up driving around the block a few times before finding a spot.
“Stay here. I’m going to grab Darren to help me unload.”
I’m fiddling with the radio, not paying attention to my surroundings when someone knocks on my window. I jump so high, I smoosh my poofy ponytail against the roof.
Boobs. As I turn to roll down my window, all I see are boobs and long blonde hair. I recognize both. We did after all spend all day filming together. “Pamela, what are you doing? You scared the crap out of me.”
She leans down until her face finally takes the place of her boobs. “Why didn’t you tell me Kickstart was playing tonight?”
“I didn’t know until I got home.”
“Oh.” She sinks her perfect white teeth into her plump, glossy bottom lip. “Well, I kind of—”
I unlock the passenger side. “Get in before someone runs you over.”
She sashays her way around the front of my car. Damn, for a last-minute outfit, she didn’t hold back. Her skintight black vinyl minidress and spike heels put my hastily thrown together outfit to shame. She executes a ladylike sit-and-turn into my car and slams the door shut.
“I needed to get out. Since Andrew…I haven’t been anywhere. Or had any fun at all.”
“I’m glad you’re here, then.”
“Then I thought.” She stares straight ahead and gnaws on her bottom lip again. “I don’t want stories to get back to Andrew that I was out all by myself like some pathetic loser.”
“So,” I shrug, “hang out with us tonight.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course.” We haven’t spoken much about what went down in New York. It didn’t seem polite to bring it up unless she wanted to discuss the situation.
“Have you seen him?”
“Who? Andrew? I haven’t. Things have been too hectic. Chaser’s getting ready to head up to Vancouver to record