on
the back that ran up the middle of the leg. From the predatory expressions on the band’s faces, he could tell she
was no ordinary groupie. Which meant her
front side had to be as hot as her backside.
He blew off
the girls, who were now offering him other body parts for signature. Mumbling something about needing to speak to
his manager, he headed over to have a look for himself.
****
The hairs on the back of Eve’s neck stood up and
that’s when she knew his eyes were on her. She’d already spotted him. He’d
steered a whole gaggle of girls to the bar, his arm around one of them, and it
had made her stomach churn. Keeping up
her conversation with the band suddenly became difficult. It was hard to concentrate on talking when
her mind was absorbed with the awareness of him. As soon as she saw him put his hand on the
blonde girl and lean down to sign the satin bra, disgust had welled up. She’d shifted her spot in the group as soon as
possible so her back was to it all.
She had tried to join in on Kate’s discussion with band
manager Clayton Drake, but it was hard to hear them in this crush. Anyway, the band members were trying to get
her attention. The lead guitarist, Tommy
Adler, seemed pretty nice actually. He
had laugh lines around his eyes that she found charming.
“How did you like the concert?” he asked.
“It was amazing,” Eve said. “I’m so glad to see
Arsenal performing again.”
He grinned. “Me too. Thanks to our new vocalist, we have a lot more in store. Tonight was just a sort of…appetizer.” The other guys agreed.
“Smile, Eve,” Kate called. She had her phone out and was aiming it at
her so Eve slid her right arm around Tommy and the other guys crowded in. The flash went off, blinding them all. “Great, but, hold it. We need to get one more
in,” Kate said and flapped her hand at someone off to the side, waving them
into the photo.
Eve held her pose and felt an arm curve around her
waist from the left side. The flash went
off one more time, causing spots to appear in her vision.
“Awesome! Thanks, everyone,” Kate said. She
turned back to the manager. “This is
going to be great for our social media feeds. Pictures with the new lead singer…”
Eve closed her eyes for a moment, reaching a hand up
to rub her temple, waiting for her vision to return. Since when did iPhones have such a strong
flash? It was probably just because it
was late and she was tired. Tommy had
let go but the other arm on the left side was still supporting her.
“Oh, man. Either
I’m seeing spots from that flash, or you all need to get to a doctor
immediately,” Tommy said.
“That’s what happens when you do so many drugs,
Tommy,” Drew Haley teased.
“Drugs?” chimed in Shane Nelson. “You had drugs and
you didn’t share with me? That’s just
not right.”
They all laughed. Eve dropped her hand from her temple and opened her eyes. The spots were gone and she could see clearly
again. But she wished she couldn’t. Standing right next to her, one arm wrapped around
her waist, was Devon.
“Hey, Devon … meet Eve,” Tommy said cheerfully.
Devon let go of her waist and held out his
hand. His expression was inscrutable.
She hesitated, and held hers out as well. If she’d had any question whether he knew who
she was, the handshake answered it. His
fingers wrapped firmly around hers, holding her hand for longer than was
necessary, his eyes searching deeply into hers.
What they searched for she couldn’t fathom, or
why. He’d abandoned her long ago, taking
her heart with him, like some sad little groupie. Well, he wasn’t about to get even a smidgen more. She pulled her hand back.
“Nice to meet you,” he said softly.
Oh, so they were going to play that game? She could play it too. “Likewise,” she returned coolly. Turning back to Tommy, she put
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