them feel like they were family, not just mere employees, was why they stuck around.
He had drawn her a beautiful butterfly. “Ah, David, this is beautiful…. I’m going to hang it on the fridge for everyone to see.” From afar, Patricia could hear David’s dad, Eric, calling for his son. “You should go see your dad, but thank you so much for this, honey.” And just like that, the little boy went running back to his dad.
Jarrod
He watched as she talked to David, and it didn’t matter how many times he watched her interact with their crew or their family, she still blew his fucking mind away. She had the kind of beauty that made a man want things he didn’t deserve. Every time he saw her, he thought about the first night he’d met her and how she’d changed his life. The only thing he hadn’t planned for back then was for her to fight their attraction so much. She had transformed it into an art form, and no matter how hard he tried to push his way in, she seemed determined to keep him out. However, over the past couple of months, something had changed. She’d become more responsive and open, and he loved that about her, but she was still holding back a part of herself.
“Man, you have that kid wrapped around your fingers,” he yelled from the sound blocks he was leaning against.
When she heard his voice, she jumped, and he couldn’t hold back his laughter. “Oh, my God, you scared me. What are you doing sneaking up on me like that?”
“Sam texted, asking me to drive you to the hotel so you could get some sleep. So here I am, your knight in shining armor.” He saw the look in her eyes, the one that said Sam was going to get a piece of her mind. He had been just as surprised as she was when Sam’s message arrived, but he would be a fool to pass up the chance to spend time alone with her.
“I can wait for the other guys. I don’t need a babysitter, Jarrod.” He hated the way she always insisted on being treated like one of the guys, because to him, she was anything but. She didn’t want them to treat her any differently, but right now, all he saw on her face were signs of exhaustion.
With one long stride, he stood inches away from her. “You may not need a babysitter, but judging by the dark circles under your eyes, you need to sleep. So I’m taking you straight to the hotel.” When she hesitated, he added, “Plus, I really don’t feel like getting the third degree from Sam for not doing as he asked. So if you won’t do it for you, please do it for me. The man scares me.”
Heat radiated through his chest when she didn’t argue, and he didn’t hold back his smile. He had to admit, using the Sam card might have been pushing his luck, but the man was her best friend, and Jarrod wasn’t against using any weapon at his disposal.
The car ride back to the hotel was made up of small talk about the show, the children’s hospital visit that was coming up in a few days, and chatting with their driver for the night. She kept their conversation about work, which he knew was something she did when she felt vulnerable. “Did Derek fill you in about the changes in the schedule for next week?”
“Yeah, he did. You know, you don’t have to work yourself into the ground, Trish. And don’t start with how you’re not and all that crap, because I’ve got eyes that work perfectly fine. You look like you haven't slept in days,” he told her, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.
He hated seeing her so damn tired all the time, while doing something he knew she didn’t love anymore. It was as clear to him as the sun in the sky that she didn’t love her job as much as she used to, but something was making her hold back from telling the band—more specifically, him—about it, and he couldn’t put his finger on what it was. They would support her, no matter what, she had to know that.
“The beginning of a new tour is always crazy, you know that. It’s going to calm down in the next
He had drawn her a beautiful butterfly. “Ah, David, this is beautiful…. I’m going to hang it on the fridge for everyone to see.” From afar, Patricia could hear David’s dad, Eric, calling for his son. “You should go see your dad, but thank you so much for this, honey.” And just like that, the little boy went running back to his dad.
Jarrod
He watched as she talked to David, and it didn’t matter how many times he watched her interact with their crew or their family, she still blew his fucking mind away. She had the kind of beauty that made a man want things he didn’t deserve. Every time he saw her, he thought about the first night he’d met her and how she’d changed his life. The only thing he hadn’t planned for back then was for her to fight their attraction so much. She had transformed it into an art form, and no matter how hard he tried to push his way in, she seemed determined to keep him out. However, over the past couple of months, something had changed. She’d become more responsive and open, and he loved that about her, but she was still holding back a part of herself.
“Man, you have that kid wrapped around your fingers,” he yelled from the sound blocks he was leaning against.
When she heard his voice, she jumped, and he couldn’t hold back his laughter. “Oh, my God, you scared me. What are you doing sneaking up on me like that?”
“Sam texted, asking me to drive you to the hotel so you could get some sleep. So here I am, your knight in shining armor.” He saw the look in her eyes, the one that said Sam was going to get a piece of her mind. He had been just as surprised as she was when Sam’s message arrived, but he would be a fool to pass up the chance to spend time alone with her.
“I can wait for the other guys. I don’t need a babysitter, Jarrod.” He hated the way she always insisted on being treated like one of the guys, because to him, she was anything but. She didn’t want them to treat her any differently, but right now, all he saw on her face were signs of exhaustion.
With one long stride, he stood inches away from her. “You may not need a babysitter, but judging by the dark circles under your eyes, you need to sleep. So I’m taking you straight to the hotel.” When she hesitated, he added, “Plus, I really don’t feel like getting the third degree from Sam for not doing as he asked. So if you won’t do it for you, please do it for me. The man scares me.”
Heat radiated through his chest when she didn’t argue, and he didn’t hold back his smile. He had to admit, using the Sam card might have been pushing his luck, but the man was her best friend, and Jarrod wasn’t against using any weapon at his disposal.
The car ride back to the hotel was made up of small talk about the show, the children’s hospital visit that was coming up in a few days, and chatting with their driver for the night. She kept their conversation about work, which he knew was something she did when she felt vulnerable. “Did Derek fill you in about the changes in the schedule for next week?”
“Yeah, he did. You know, you don’t have to work yourself into the ground, Trish. And don’t start with how you’re not and all that crap, because I’ve got eyes that work perfectly fine. You look like you haven't slept in days,” he told her, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.
He hated seeing her so damn tired all the time, while doing something he knew she didn’t love anymore. It was as clear to him as the sun in the sky that she didn’t love her job as much as she used to, but something was making her hold back from telling the band—more specifically, him—about it, and he couldn’t put his finger on what it was. They would support her, no matter what, she had to know that.
“The beginning of a new tour is always crazy, you know that. It’s going to calm down in the next