Page 78 of I Need You Tonight
“Thanks,” Nolan said, ever the spokesman for the band. “Are you going to our concert tonight?”
If I’d ever seen three women who looked like their puppies had been kicked across the state line, this would be them. “We couldn’t get tickets. You guys sold out too quickly.” Which was why Endless Motion had added another date in Atlantic City. Both dates had sold out in a matter of hours.
“That’s too bad,” Nolan said. To the guys, he added, “We should get going.” Which was my cue to play the role of handler that I’d been thrown into doing again. Their regular handler was temporarily out of commission due to food poisoning.
“Sorry, ladies,” I said. “They have to do a radio interview. It was nice meeting you.” Always a good idea to be polite with the fans, even if they were lusting over your boyfriend.
“Can we get your autographs?” said another of the women, a dark-haired supermodel lookalike.
“Sure. Do you have any paper?” Jared asked.
Mason was noticeably quiet, which was unusual for him.
The women glanced at each other, then at the registration desk, but the line was so long it would take more time than we had for them to wait in it and ask for paper there.
“You could always check the gift shop,” I suggested. From what I could tell from having walked by it earlier, they had just about everything.
The women didn’t need to be told twice. They disappeared into the store. I turned back to Mason to see how he was doing. His dazed-looking eyes were directed at the casino. “You okay?” I asked, low enough so the guys couldn’t hear me.
When he didn’t respond, I gave him a light nudge. He blinked and peered down at me. “Are you okay?” I repeated.
He gave me a slight nod. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
The women returned a moment later, running. I must admit, I was impressed. I could barely walk in heels, never mind run in them.
The guys signed their autographs and said goodbye to the women—who I could tell were wishing we had given them backstage passes so they could see the concert.
“Are you guys staying here tonight?” the blonde asked, her eyes wide and hopeful. They flicked back to Mason.
“Yes,” Aaron said. “We leave tomorrow.”
“Maybe we’ll see you around after the concert, then.”
“Maybe.”
And with that I hustled the guys through the casino and to the front doors of the hotel, where a limo was waiting to take us to the radio station.
