Text Me Part 28

"I guess," he answered.

"You didn't like them?"

"The bigger question is ... would you buy their music?" Strange question from a random stranger. Jenny looked past him to see a man with dark waves talking to someone on his other side.

"Of course I would! The guy's got a great voice, a happy smile, the kind that makes you want to ... "

"Yes! That's the answer I wanted." The guy gave her a quick smile. He patted Jenny's arm and turned back to his company. "Let's go." The man and the two sitting with him rose and left, without even seeing the headliner.

Fifteen minutes after David's band cleared the stage, a man plopped into the empty seat next to Jenny. Apparently, this guy only cared about the main act. She mused that he missed a pretty good show by arriving late. She watched the band warming up onstage. The man's leg rubbed hers. Jenny edged away and frowned. The nerve! His fingers tickled her side. Now, that was too much.

"Hey buster!" she spat, knotting her fingers into a fist. Then she turned. Her mouth dropped. It seemed laughter and blue eyes were a very s.e.xy mix.

"Hi, Jenny Madison." David's voice was melodic, even when saying her name. "What did you think?"

He had changed s.h.i.+rts and wore a hat to cover his hair. He smelled good. Spicy. He had showered. She stared for a second, and then cleared her throat. "Your drummer gets too loud, and your backup singer was off key on the second song for a short while.

He laughed and touched his lips lightly with hers. She didn't hit him but thought about it.

"And I see you're happy to be here," he responded.

"Some guy has been plying me with alcohol," she quipped. "Here, have one. I have three." She waved a hand over three gla.s.ses, one empty, and two full.

"What a creep." A slow grin crossed his face. "I'll pa.s.s."

"Since when?"

"Since two months ago."

"But I've driven you home four times."

"Yeah. I wanted to make sure I got my money's worth, even if I didn't need it anymore. Besides, how else was I going to see you?" His lips turned up again. "Devious, aren't I?"

"Absolutely sinful." She tried to keep her mouth straight but couldn't. The corners lifted and she let her teeth show.

"Did that hurt?"

"What?"

"The smile. I haven't seen it much since you dropped your business card on our table." He laced his fingers into hers. "It looks good on you."

"Well, don't get used to it."

"I'd like to." He turned to face her. "Isn't this fantastic?" Excitement in those blue eyes was even s.e.xier. He continued, "I mean - look at us - I'm opening for a major band. Your business is soaring." He fell back into his seat. The look of pure pleasure on his face was refres.h.i.+ng.

"Yeah, I guess it is fantastic." She would have never believed it herself four months earlier.

"Jenny Madison from Wayward?"

"Hmmm?"

"I think you're my good luck charm, can I be your designated driver tonight?"

She thought for a minute. "Okay, but only because the service I use is short-staffed." She giggled.

"This is going to sound cliche but ... I like you, Jenny. You make me laugh, and it really jazzes me when you laugh."

"Well, don't get used to that, either."

"What? Liking you?"

"No. Me laughing," she stated. "I don't do it much."

"We'll have to work on that."

Grant Tucker had noticed the girl in the seat next to Hodge when she sat down. Brown waves, big chocolate-colored eyes, long legs, and a smile that filled her face. She was entranced by the music and alone. A groupie for this little unknown band? Surely not. They're not that good. Why else would she come alone though? He watched her for a while and found it interesting the way she tried to contain the smile that hinted at dimples. As if she enjoyed the music but wanted not to. Or maybe she just had trouble enjoying herself period?

When Hodge asked her opinion of the band, a thing he always did when checking out new talents, Grant found himself listening to her rather than the band's current agent sitting next to him. The voice almost didn't match. It was low, husky, and almost gruff. Incredibly s.e.xy.

Upon Hodge's signal to leave, he escorted his boss and one of their clients from the concert. They weren't interested in the main show. Since the band was already a client, they'd seen this performance more times than could be counted. As they slipped behind the curtain and headed for the back gate, he glanced back to see if she was still there. She was, but the seat next to her was no longer empty. He shrugged. No matter. He had no desire to strike up a conversation with a fame-seeking fan anyway. Been there. Done that. Had the bruised wallet and empty apartment to prove it.

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