Whisky Melody: Rock Star Romance, New Adult College Romance (Tennessee Romance Book 2) Read Free Page A

Ashley again.
    The blonde from earlier came tripping back toward him. Rather than jeans and a t-shirt, she donned full-on club gear, tight and shockingly scarlet. Her breasts jutted up through the thin fabric, her nipples hard and rough below, stiffened into twin points that displayed her desire unapologetically. Her hair, blown out until it resembled a lion’s mane, swept across her face as she walked, and she kept using one slim hand to push it back. As she drew closer, the aroma of her heavy, musky perfume drifted over and settled in Logan’s nostrils; it wasn’t an entirely unpleasant scent. Her eyes, fringed by a set of false eyelashes that would have made Beyoncé jealous, peered at him, sweeping up and down his body in a way that somehow made him feel suddenly naked.
    Logan was grateful Ashley hadn’t flattened the blonde the first two times she’d run up on him, but he wasn’t sure just how much more Ashley could take. In truth, he wasn’t sure how much he could take either.
    The woman was damn persistent, and he wasn’t into that kind of aggression. He could deal with Ashley’s. Hell yeah! Hers was tempered with the mutual understanding between them. The blonde, meanwhile, was like a barracuda, all hunger and determination. She was a lion, mane and all, and something about her had Logan feeling like an injured gazelle alone and vulnerable on an African veldt.
    He deliberately ducked behind Zip, then made his way through the crowd, thwarting Blondie for the moment. He ducked low at a table to say hello to some acquaintances, then waltzed toward the bathrooms, keeping his eyes peeled for Ashley. When he saw her walking back through the doors with Kaylee beside her, he tensed; Ashley’s angry expression wasn’t lost on him. Kaylee, stumbling along beside her, was obviously high, probably on ecstasy or some other designer pill making the rounds through the club.
    Logan could only sigh.
    The last thing he needed at the moment was to get between the cousins. He had already made it known that he stood with Ashley on the whole Charlie mess, and that alone caused serious issues and drama—not only with his stepbrother but also with his mother, who’d somehow learned of the fiasco and had insisted on telling her damn idiot of a husband about it. Worst of all, there was one sure bet as to how she’d found out, and that sure bet was Charlie.
    As always, he had run and told on Logan, just like he always did. It was so typical of Charlie to be a tattletale, and so annoying that he was always pulling some whack-job kind of stunt and then running home to find comfort in Mommy’s arms, leaving Logan to clean up the mess. From what Ashley had told him, the same went for Kaylee. As far as he was concerned, they were two rotten peas in a pod, and they deserved each other. Neither he nor Ashley deserved to have to handle their shit. At the moment, though, it was clear that Ashley, who should have been inside enjoying the fanfare, was prevented from having a good time because Kaylee had done something stupid—again.
    Logan’s gut tightened as they approached. Whatever it was this time, it was all getting to be too much. Kaylee… Charlie…. Damn this whole sorry business. I’ve finally got a chance at something.
    Ashley followed a staggering Kaylee toward the bathroom.
    Suddenly, Kaylee spun around. “Stop following me! Jeepers, you’re worse than my mom! Just leave me the hell alone. I’m fine!” She then pushed Ashley back and skipped the line to the bathroom by cutting straight in.
    Ashley just stood there, her pouty lips pressed into a tight, thin line.
    Logan locked his eyes on Ashley’s face. “Bad night?”
    She wrung her hands together as if she was ready to squeeze the life out of somebody. “She’s high on something. I swear, if I find out who’s giving that shit to her, I’ll—”
    He ran a finger along her tense jawline. “You’ll what? Kick their ass? You can’t do that, Ashley. She’s a big