Rock Starred: Love My Way Read Free

show?" I'd forgotten how wonderfully imposing Peter's tall, broad frame could be. I'd spent a lot of my life being "the tall one". I loved the way I felt petite next to him.
    "We're playing tomorrow night." His gray t-shirt clung to his shoulders. If I were a t-shirt, I would've clung, too. His hair was its usual, well-arranged mess. He was a complete one-eighty from every other man in the bar, in the best possible way. He turned to the hulking figure approaching behind him. "You remember Tony."
    The Slump drummer nodded and pushed his sunglasses up on to his forehead. "You're that photographer chick," he mumbled, pointing.
    Peter grimaced and smacked Tony in the chest with the back of his hand. "Where are your fucking manners?"
    Mr. Expensive Suit gruffly cleared his throat and grabbed my elbow. "I thought I was buying you a drink, gorgeous."
    Before I could answer, Peter grasped my hand. "Sorry, guy. She's with me." He led me to the other end of the bar while Tony and Gwen tagged behind us. "What a loser." His lips might have been delivering words, but they were carrying on an entirely separate conversation with me. "He tries to buy you a drink and he thinks he can grab your arm like that?"
    I raised an eyebrow and glanced at Peter's hand, still wrapped around mine. "Some guys will do that."
     Gwen cleared her throat and parked her hand on her hip.
    "I'm sorry," I said, shaking off the spell that Peter had cast on me. "Peter, Tony, this is my best friend Gwen. We're here for a girls' getaway."
    Gwen smiled wide. Apparently running into a few rock stars was enough to improve her mood. "Hi. I love your band."
    That was all the invitation Tony needed. "Gwen, is it?" He took her hand and blatantly peered into her cleavage. He towered above her, swaying, closing his eyes as if he might nod off at any moment.
    I leaned and whispered in her ear. "They call him Stony."
    Tony wasn't quite the stunning specimen that Peter was, but he was attractive in a primitive, muscle-bound way. His beefy arms strained against the sleeves of his t-shirt and his head was shaved bald, which I already knew was one of Gwen's big turn-ons.
    The bartender brought our drinks and Peter leaned into me as he picked up the glasses. "Katie." His steely blue eyes suggested several indecent acts in a tiny amount of time. "Why don't the four of us take this outside?"
    Peter was dangerous territory. I'd known that the day I'd photographed the band. He was way too handsome, way too nice, way too willing to discuss photography, a topic I'd gladly go on about all day. Plus, I didn't have to guess with him. He'd made it clear he was interested, persistent with phone calls, emails and text messages over the last month.
    We'd flirted during those exchanges. Big time. Things escalated, edging toward naughtier, more suggestive quips. Maybe I shouldn't have done it, but I'd wanted to. It was fun to have a back-and-forth with a witty and dead-sexy guy. More importantly, it was safe. Distance meant there was no risk of things getting physical, little chance of me getting overly attached. That led to hurt if I truly liked a guy and I couldn't help but like Peter.
    He opened the door that led out to the terrace overlooking the pool. I attempted to go first but he pulled me aside and Gwen and Stony went ahead. Gwen turned to me as she walked, shrugging.
    "I'll be out in a sec," I said.
    Peter let the glass door close and gripped my elbow. "Katie, I have to say that I'm really excited that we ran into each other. Talk about luck." His thumb rubbed back and forth across my skin, his voice softened and became husky. "I hope you're happy to see me too. Your last text said you would think about it. That was a week ago and I've heard nothing since then."
    He was just close enough that his smell was disorienting, a heady waft of musky man. "Sorry. I've been really busy. I had a photo shoot in England last week. Travel. Jet lag." The stuff about being busy was absolutely the truth,