Page 107 of Loving Ladybug: Part One
While the venue had seats, there was also a lawn filled with people having picnics, a pit area so people could dance, and a VIP area with cabanas, food, and drinks.
“Tenzin.” Cash waved from the VIP area the band reserved for staff and family.
We entered the area and the slight omega male, dressed in white from head to toe, gave me a hug.
“Cash, this is Gwen and Clark, this is Cash, Zaya’s omega,” I introduced.
Gwen waved. “Hi.”
“Hi, Sugar.” Cash gave her a big smile. Like my sister, he was in his late-thirties, and very good looking, though in that soft omega way. His dark hair was back in a tail.
“It’s very nice to meet you. You’re not in the band?” Clark asked, pushing his glasses back up his nose.
“I’m a costumer. Zaya and I met when she needed to be dressed for an award show. I do all the costumes for the band,” Cash said. “What do you do? Farm boy, right?”
Clark’s cheeks pinked. “Only in summer. In the cold season, I play hockey.”
Cash gave him an appreciative nod. He was a huge flirt. “Another hockey boy. Oh, and you, Sugar,” his eyes focused on Gwen, “they’re both yours. Good for you. You’re a skater, aren’t you, with those legs?”
“Cash, stop, they’re not used to you.” I laughed. He could be a lot.
Gwen ducked her head. “Hockey player. I think I’ll keep them.”
My heart grew three sizes as she said that. We got food and took our seats. Cash and I caught up as the opening act played.
“I’ve got the dinosaur costume if you want it for the last song, maybe? Shoot some T–shirts?” Cash took a sip of whiskey.
“You should absolutely do it,” one of the band’s assistants said. She looked at us. “I might have T-shirt cannons for all of you.”
“Oooh. We should,” Gwen said. She leaned over me. “Cash, do you have pictures of teenage Tenzin?”
I pulled her to me and growled in her ear. “If you see them, you need to stop usingbetter than a blowjob from a dinosaur.”
I’d spent a lot of time in that dinosaur costume.
She giggled. “I suppose.”
He showed her some pictures of me. A song Gwen liked came on. She took Clark’s hand and dragged him off.
Cash gave me a smug look. “You go to New York and get yourself a pack in a couple of weeks? Gwen isdelicious.You should get her a different hat for that dress.”
“Cooter picked it out.” Pack? There definitely was a pull between the three of us. Was I ready for a pack? No. No, I wasn’t.
Were they my pack? Or at least the start of it?
I think they were.
Cash started laughing. “Cooter’s not dating any more singers, is he?”
I laughed. “After having two different ones make post-breakup songs about him, I think he’s done.”
“The kids miss you. I’m sorry they’re not here for this,” he told me.
“Me, too,” I replied, as he showed me a bunch of pictures. Most I’d already gotten from Zaya.
The opening act finished, and more people came by to say hello. My sister and her band,The Lonely Cowgirl Club,came on, opening strong withThe Stars and Me,which was one of their most popular songs.
Clark and Gwen dragged me up toward the front of the stage and I found myself line dancing.
