Page 433 of Rock Me All Night
"What's wrong with Denton?" Pete asks.
"What?" Drew blinks, his attention returning to the limo. "I don't care how long Tom spent fucking that Goth chick. Stop asking for my opinion. I've got more important shit on my mind."
Miles looks at Tom like he's expecting the drummer to get involved.
Tom shrugs. "Maybe we should leave Guitar Prince alone."
"You've never left anyone alone in your life," Miles says.
"Shut up and pay Willow." Tom shifts back in his seat, spreading his legs, inviting me between them.
If only we didn't have this damn audience.
"Congrats." Miles hands me the stack of cash and nods to Drew. "You know what his problem is?"
"I have a guess," I say.
"You three ever mind your own business?" Drew pulls a ring box out of his pocket and stares at it with a blissful sigh.
Eyes go wide with enthusiasm. The mood mellows into a series ofgood lucks. After I issue mine, I turn my attention to Tom. There's something in his eyes. I can't place it. He catches me staring and motions to his jeans. To his phone. He pulls it out and taps something.
Oh, he's texting me. I pull my phone out of my purse as inconspicuously as possible.
Tom: How was your afternoon?
Willow: Busy doing edits for Hazel. She's a taskmaster. You?
Tom: Busy thinking about what I'm going to do to you when I get you alone. Still dying to spread your legs and taste you.
My cheeks flush. I check for an audience. Nothing. Miles and Pete are swarming Drew with attention. My brother is the color of a tomato.
There's a buzzing in Tom's hands. His eyes flash with mischief. He must think it's from me. That or he's sexting some other woman. The mental image makes my stomach clench.
"Fuck." He dials a number and holds the phone to his ear. "How long... Can you get it down to three hours? Okay... Don't apologize. Shit happens... I'll figure something out." He hangs up the phone but keeps his eyes and fingers on the screen. "The flight is delayed. Could be four hours or eight."
Drew's eyes flash with concern. "I'm not missing Kara's graduation."
"I know." Tom taps his screen with concentration. "There's two tickets on the red eye but they're both in coach."
"Get the fucking tickets," Drew growls.
Tom looks to Miles. "You too?"
Miles nods.
A few more taps and the crisis is averted. Damn, that's fast. Tom really has his shit together. He gives Miles and Drew a series of instructions. They'll take the limo. We'll give the chartered flight two hours to nail down a departure time. If it stays indefinitely delayed, there's a flight with empty seats leaving at the crack of dawn tomorrow. We should arrive in time for the last half of Kara's graduation party.
The limo pulls over on a side street to drop us off. I get out first. Drew grabs Tom on his way out and whispers something in his ear.
Tom shakes his head. Drew must be getting overprotective.
Tom slides out of his car and nods goodbye to Drew. "I wouldn't expect any less from you." His fingertips brush against the back of my hand on their way to his pockets.
Drew looks at me. "Call if you have any issues."
I nod. "Good luck. I hope she saysyes."
Drew groans and slinks back into his seat, his brows screwed with concern.
