Page 5 of Blind Attraction

“Fuck you.” Ryan slapped the sticks away. “Watch your back, Sean. If she ends up kicking me out, you might wake up with me lying beside you.”

Ryan’s relationship with his wife had deteriorated over the years. A marriage that was once filled with love and passion had died from the constant pressure of being in the public eye.

“With my dry run lately, I probably wouldn’t kick you out either,” Sean nudged Ryan’s shoulder and headed toward the steps leading to the private area backstage.

“Are you still meeting up with the hottie?” Mason asked, with a bump to Mitch’s shoulder.

“Yeah. I asked Steve to get her after the show.”

“Steve?” Mason frowned. “Leah gave him the axe, remember?”

Fuck. Mitch totally forgot.

He turned back to the curtain hiding the crowd. There was no way he could go out there. He enjoyed his limbs intact and his skin unmarred by cougar claws.

“Get one of the crew to find her,” Mason offered. “Hey, Tim,” he called out to one of the guitar techs.

Tim lifted his gaze from one of the stage speakers and gave a jerk of his head in question.

“Can you do Mitch a favor?” Mason continued, as if Mitch needed his hand held.

“Sure.” Tim dusted off his hands and strode toward them. “What do you need?”

“There was a woman,” Mitch said in a rush, then cleared his throat to try and hide his eagerness. “In the front row. Big, light green eyes, long brown hair. Dressed in jeans and knee-high boots.”

Tim stared at him with a blank expression.

“She was next to a blonde with big tits,” Mason added.

“Ahh,” Tim nodded. “I remember the tits.”

Mitch frowned. “Yeah, OK. Well can you go find the chick with the tits and bring her and her friend up to my suite?”

Tim smirked and gave a salute. “My pleasure.” Without another word he strode toward the curtain and disappeared behind it.

“Great,” Mitch mumbled. The guy craved the second-hand attention he received from the Reckless Beat fans. Mitch fully expected him to be standing in the foyer posing for photos instead of finding the woman.

“I wouldn’t pin your hopes on that one.” Blake patted him on the shoulder. “He’s a bit of a loose cannon.”

Mitch’s throat constricted a little. He had a snowball’s chance in hell.

Making a conscious effort not to slump his shoulders, he followed Mason and Blake into the backstage room. They were greeted by a smiling Leah and a swarm of security guards all packed into the small space.

“Great job, guys.” She moved forward and gave them each a kiss on the cheek as they passed. “Eww. You all need a shower.”

“I’m pretty sure you do that after every performance.” Blake chuckled and pulled her in for a bear hug.

Mitch tapped his foot. They still had to go through the drill of getting away from the fans with all their bits intact. He just wanted to be somewhere else...anywhere else, with his wide-eyed hottie beside him.

“Oh, gross, Blake!” Leah pushed at his chest.

Blake lifted her tiny frame off the ground and placed her back on her feet. When his hands dropped, she stepped back and shook her head in mock disgust. “Let’s get you boys home.”

She straightened her suit and glanced around the room. “OK, Ryan, Mason, and Sean. You’ll be escorted to the cars waiting at the back of the building. Just be warned there are people everywhere. The function may have only held a thousand fans, but I think every other person in Richmond is outside waiting to get a glimpse of you. So be prepared for bedlam.”

Her attention turned to Mitch, then Blake. “I have four men waiting to take you upstairs and anywhere else you need, until morning. There will also be additional hotel security around if you need them.”

When they were led from the room, he scanned the hall, trying to spy a familiar face in the mass of people banked around the exit of the function room.

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