Page 24 of High Note

“I’m a little bit of an expert when you get right down to it.” She could flirt—it wasn’t great, but it worked.

“Mmm. I believe it.” Skyla leaned in a little closer, which was when the ladies in the kitchen started bellowing Margaritaville, making them slide apart again.

So, the band didn’t know.

But obviously the women in the kitchen were a couple. They had on matching wedding rings. They had to be friendly, then. And it wasn’t like Kirsten didn’t scream lesbian army…

“You’re thinking hard, honey.” Skyla poured her another shot. “Here. One more with me.”

“Mmm. I guess I am. I—are you...” She blew out a breath and then lowered her voice. “I mean, obviously you aren’t out, but what is this?”

Skyla poured her a shot. “This being—” She pointed back and forth between them. At Kirsten’s nod, Skyla searched her face, green eyes going dark. “This is pure want.”

“Fair enough.” Kirsten was not opposed to a booty call. Not at all.

“I’m not out, you’re right. I mean, the band knows, but I don’t want to wave it in anyone’s face.”

Oh, good. If the band knew, she didn’t have to watch it so close with them.

“Hey, you’re a famous singer. You got a whole image. I’m just a queer server in a pizza joint.”

“You’re not just anything. You’re amazing.” Skyla held up her shot, and they both threw them down.

Oh, fuck. That burned so good. All the way down.

They both took a swig of beer, then Skyla sat back. “We need to get your guitar. I mean, not right now.”

“No. You promised me pasta and meatballs.” And she was heading for tipsy.

“I did. And there will be garlic bread. Oh my god, Geoff makes good garlic bread.”

“I’m in.” Kirsten glanced around, then kissed the tip of Skyla’s nose.

God, she smelled so good. Like the way it tasted to kiss a girl who smoked cloves.

Skyla just revved her engine.

“Good.” Skyla touched her cheek. “But first we eat.”

“Yeah. Yeah, first we eat.” And sober up. She wasn’t doing anything she might not remember every detail of. If she was going to get to have a one or two or whatever night stand with this woman, she wanted to have that memory to pull out years from now and look at it, dammit.

Also, at some point, she’d tell her friends about when she hooked up with a superstar.

Chapter Nine

“So, Kirsten is going to sit in with us?”

Skyla paused in the act of putting her hair up, glancing over her shoulder at Andi.

“Yes.”

“I mean, it’s good that we’re going to play, but?—”

She turned away from the bathroom mirror to face her friend. “But?” Kirsten had spent the night, but she’d gone home to change and grab her guitar.

They hadn’t done anything. Kirsten had taken her upstairs and poured her into bed.

They’d slept hard, and Kirsten had been in the shower when she had woken up.

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