Page 112 of Playing For Keeps
A pang of possessiveness zips through me. “And he’s one of your friend’s boyfriends. How do you think Gia would feel about this free-pass of yours?”
Dori sinks back against the seat. “Oh, I didn’t think about that.”
“Then it’s a good thing I’m here to remind you. I wouldn’t want you to lose a friendship over this list you’ve made.”
“Babe, are you jealous?”
I take her hand in mine and squeeze. “No, but I’ve already been in one love triangle with you. I don’t need another one.”
Her cheeks grow red. “You’re the only one for me, Jami.”
“Good to know.”
She sips on her drink as she snuggles into my side. “Let’s get back to your story. You were telling me about how you saw them at a concert.”
“Remembering that night gave me the idea to come here and surprise you.”
“Really? Why?”
“Because I was missing you and thought it’d be fun to see a show while you were here.”
She pushes out of my arms. “Are you taking me to Red Rocks to see a concert?”
A smile invades my face. “You guessed right.”
“Who’s playing?”
“This is where I think you’re going to flip out.” I finish my drink and place the glass in the holder just in case Dori makes a sudden movement.
I motion for her to do the same.
She takes the cue and puts her flute down. “Okay, now tell me. Who are we going to see?”
“This is by pure luck, so the stars must have aligned, making this night even better than I planned.” Tingles zoom through my chest. “I checked the schedule and saw Mayhem was here?—”
“No way! Oh my god. This is amazing, Jami. You know they’re one of my favorite bands.” She jumps into my lap, and I’m thankful I had the foresight to be ready for it.
She bounces up and down as she buries my face between her breasts.
I enjoy it for a brief moment then gaze up at her. “It gets better than that.”
“How can it get better than that?”
“You know who’s friends with them?”
“Gia’s roommate knows them because she was on the team who marketed their documentary. Melanie and I saw their concert with her once.”
“Nope. That’s not who I mean.”
Dori peers down at me. “Okay, who? And why does it matter who they’re friends with?”
“When I lived in Miami the first time, they played shows at some of Mateo’s venues, so he got to know them pretty well. I saw they were at Red Rocks and called in a favor.”
“From Mateo?”
I nod, trying to contain my enthusiasm. “He got me in contact with Cash.”
“The lead singer?” she practically screams.
