Page 17 of My Song for You
Kirk smirked. “Good to know.”
“I’m adding to the rule. If the woman is a relative—great tits or not—she doesn’t count.” Mason narrowed his gaze on me. “So, dude, are you buying us the next round or not?”
I laughed. “You haven’t answered my question. If the person is a woman with great tits, are you buyingmethe next round?”
“Definitely.”
“Hey, drummer boy, how will you know if she has great tits?” Kirk was enjoying this conversation a little too much. “I didn’t see Jared walk in with anyone. Did you?”
We all looked at Mason. He scrunched his lips together in thought. I didn’t want to tell them about Callie. I didn’t want him to even think about her that way.
Hell,Iwas trying not to think about her that way.
Good luck with that. But Callie had been right when she pointed out that her son didn’t need guys entering his life, only to let him down. And my becoming involved with Callie, even just as a friend, would do nothing more than complicate my life and his. None of us needed that.
Least of all me.
“Hi. Aren’t you the drummer of Pushing Limits?” a woman with golden brown skin asked. Her straight black hair, with streaks of red and gold, hung down her back. Her purple dress clung to her curvy body.
“I sure am.” Mason grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her onto his lap. She shrieked at the sudden movement but made no attempt to extricate herself. Instead, her arms went around his neck and she beamed at him.
I could’ve sworn she was an angel sent from heaven to save me from Mason’s line of questioning. Not that I believed in stuff like that. But either way, angel or not, I owed her a drink.
“Congratulations,” Kirk said, “she just saved your ass.”
“I think you’re right.” I knew Kirk wouldn’t push for an answer about whom I’d been meeting with. Other than Nolan, who until recently had been keeping a big secret for the past five years, Kirk was the most private member of the band. Which meant he respected everyone else’s privacy.
I drank some beer and surveyed the area, lit by the dancing spotlights. The club was busy, but that was hardly unexpected for a Saturday night. I didn’t have to look to know there was a huge line to get in. The club wasn’t exclusive, but it was still popular with celebrities and non-celebrities alike. Which meant celebrity sightings didn’t draw the same level of curiosity, unlike in some places. But that didn’t mean the female persuasion weren’t paying attention to us. We were four good-looking guys (five when Nolan was with us). Even before the band started getting radio time, girls were all over us—which often made me wonder if we would’ve done just as well if our looks hadn’t been considered part of the package.
A girl about Callie’s age slid in next to me on the booth seat. Aaron was on the dance floor. Mason was who knew where, doing who knew what, although I had my suspicions. Kirk was standing next to the booth, talking to two large guys. I had caught part of their conversation at one point. Unlike the rest of the band, his conversations weren’t about music. With Kirk, it was often about hockey. In his past life, before becoming a bassist, he’d been headed to play hockey professionally. Even the band had no idea what caused him to switch from hockey to music.
“Hi.” The girl pressed her body against my side, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. “You’re my favorite guitarist of all time.”
Like I’d never heard that line before. I gave her my best smile, one that usually had girls sighing. And this girl was no different. “Thank you.”
“Is Tiffany here?”
“Not that I know of.”
She glanced around, as if expecting the supermodel to emerge from the shadows.
“Do you wanna dance?” I asked, suddenly in the mood to do just that.
“That’s…that’s okay to do?”
“Why wouldn’t it be okay?”
For a second it looked like she would answer, but then she changed her mind and slid out of the booth. I joined her and we headed to the dance floor.
“What’s your name?” I asked. Not that I cared, but it was the polite thing to do.
“Maria.”
As Maria and I moved in time to the music, our bodies pressed together due to the crowded space, only one thought filled my mind: Callie. The two girls were nothing alike. Maria’s dark hair lay straight and long. Her body was that of a dancer, long and lean, and her olive coloring was also the opposite of Callie’s fair skin, with an adorable smattering of freckles across her nose. Maria was sexy as hell and she knew it. The way she moved her body screamed confidence.
Callie was sexy too, but her sexiness wasn’t blatant, like Maria’s. She had an innocence about her that was even more appealing.
I shoved the thought away. Because not only did Inotneed to think about Callie, I’d rather not think about what her innocence meant when it came to other men. If I found her attractive, so would other guys. Maybe one day she would find someone who’d do right by her and her son, and she’d let him into her heart.
