Page 172 of On The Rocks

“They sure do.” She swung back around to face me. “So, Kain wants to play with Griffin and the guys so badly.”

Well, that was a topic shift. Maybe that was why she’d come to find me. “He plays?”

She twisted her cup in the puddle of condensation. “Bass.” She grinned at me. “I think he plays guitar too, but he really loves his bass.”

“So, why doesn’t he? Griffin would love it.”

“You think so?” Her dark eyes met mine.

“I do. Griffin wants to connect with him so badly. They’ve come a long way, but I think it would really cement it, you know?”

“I’ll push him to do it.”

“Good. That would be a helluva surprise if he joined in for the big jam thing at the end of the night.”

Her eyes widened. “You’re so damn clever.” She lifted her plastic glass.

I tapped it with mine. “To the concert tomorrow.”

“To the concert.”

As we finished up, Bells got pulled away for an emergency at the Lodge. A bride had an idea that would change the whole reception for the next morning. Leave it to this orchard to have a wedding and a massive concert at the same time.

I spotted Jessica and quickly darted up the stairs behind the stage, so she didn’t spot me. I slid around the curtain and froze. “Sorry!”

Ian and Zoe broke apart, her mouth swollen from a good makeout session.

Been there, girl.

“Hey, Lennon.” Ian’s British voice made my name sound far sexier than it should have. “My Magic stopped by and we had a moment without our delightful children. I couldn’t resist.”

Zoe elbowed him. “Downshift on the libido.”

“Never.” Ian draped an arm around her shoulders. “Your Griffin is a delight. My brother said he’d played with him at some sort of festival years ago.”

“Simon?”

“The one and only. He’s jealous. Says Griffin plays a mean guitar.”

Zoe stuffed her hands in the front of her overalls. “They’ll be here at the end of the season to play. Griffin was very persuasive calling in all the favors.”

“Did he now?”

“Yeah. It’s been years since they played at the orchard. Nick is just excited he’ll get spoiled rotten from Aunt Laverne.”

“She seems to do that with a lot of people.”

Ian grinned. “She helped me scheme to get my lady back.”

“Scheme?” I pressed my lips together against a laugh.

“Oh, you haven’t heard the story?” Ian’s eyes lit up.

“And she doesn’t have time for one of your long-drawn-out stories.” Zoe wrapped her arms around Ian and aimed him back out of the curtain. “See you at dinner later?”

“Not sure. Depends on Griffin’s perfectionism.”

Ian waved. “Nice to see you again.”

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