Page 157 of The Chase
Closing my eyes, I cringed when I remembered the police had Icon in custody.
“I’ve had too much,” I muttered.
“Want some water?”
“I should go.”
“Wait for me, okay?”
I miss you.
But I daren’t say it and from his stern expression I’d done enough damage.
He looked thoughtful. “That night I opened up about my parents...”
“I shouldn’t have insisted you talk...about Australia and everything.”
“It was good for me.”
“You’re not angry?”
“Why would I be?”
“We can still be friends?”
“Friends?” He swallowed hard and it kind of looked like sadness.
What had just happened there?
With all this booze swishing around my head it was hard to think.
“It’s my turn.” He pointed to the stage. “Have to win this.”
I watched him walk away.
I’d just proven I was worthy of “clingy girlfriend of the year.” Or, I painfully mused, I’d unwittingly downgraded us to friends?
Tobias ran up the steps to the stage and within a few seconds he’d chosen his song.
He looked so damn handsome up there, so confident, the way he gripped the microphone, the way he rolled up his sleeves as he laughed back at his friends. The way his eyes searched me out in the crowd and gave me a sympathetic smile and then threw a big grin over to his table where he got a giddy wave back from Logan.
I sat down at an empty table and continued to watch him.
The music blared and Tobias’s vocals were a husky baritone and annoyingly sexy. His table rose to their feet and cheered him on. He seemed to know the words well and turned away from the prompter.
The addictive bass thumped beneath my shoes. The crowd stomped their feet along with it and waved their arms. Some sang along with him using the audience teleprompter announcing he was singing “Witch Doctor” by De Staat.
I’d never seen Tobias so playful, so free from all that responsibility he carried.
Everyone was standing now, their arms raised above their heads as they screamed at his enigmatic performance. His deep voice boomed brilliantly, proving there was another thing I didn’t know about him. He could sing.
He looked like a sex god, as hot as hell, masterfully riling up the crowd as electricity crackled through. They seemed mesmerized as he danced vibrantly in a circle, showing off that masculine power and his unstoppable exuberance.
Tobias was an enigma I couldn’t get enough of.
He had the entire place whipped up in a fever of excitement.
The song ended and Tobias waved his arm triumphantly, apparently having won the sing off for his table.
