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“What?” I looked up and my smile slipped. “How the hell did you sneak up on me like that?”
“Don’t change the subject. Let me see it,” he said, cupping his hand in front of my face in wait.
“Uh, no,” I said, quickly shoving my phone down my pants.
He arched a brow. “You think I won’t go after that? Read it . . . out loud.”
“No way, man,” I said, shooting to my feet and putting the island between us.
Reid seemed satisfied as he watched my chest heave. “My songs are just as personal to me until I’m ready to share them.” He gave up, victorious.
“Fine. I’ll read it out loud,” I said to his retreating back.
I looked like an idiot pulling my phone from my pants, and I caught his smirk. I cleared my throat, scanned the text, and slumped in defeat. I saw groupies, whores, and head in a booth. “Never mind, carry on.”
His loud laugh was the best part of that day.
Well, that and the fact that an hour later, he found his way into my phone holster.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
“1,2,3,4”
Plain White T’s
“You really don’t have to do this,” I said to Reid as he sat in his truck, waiting on the address. “I can find my way around.”
“Where to, Stella?”
I gave him the name of the street and he nodded. “You know where this is?”
“I do.”
“Is it a decent area?”
“For you, it’s safe enough.”
“Enough?”
“Safe is an illusion, Stella,” he said as he turned on the radio.
“I see you’ve had your morning box of Lucky Charms.” He cut his eyes at me and pulled out of the parking lot. We asked Leslie to schedule our shifts as close together as possible for the next week. It took little maneuvering due to Paige’s outburst, and she agreed, but only after giving us a lecture on leaving our personal shit at our front door.
Reid and I had both been humiliated and punished for our decision. And as the days passed, I was starting to care less and less about how everyone else felt. Except for Reid. In his company, I couldn’t shut up. Under his stare, I’d never felt so beautiful. And beneath him . . .
“What?” he asked as I grinned at my window. “I can see you smiling.”
“I was just thinking about Jim Morrison.”
Reid wasn’t buying it. “Jim Morrison?”
“Yeah, he was fascinating. And you’re kind of like him in a way. He was shy. He didn’t like to perform at first, always had his back to the audience when he was singing. But then he became notorious.”
Reid shook his head.
“I want to visit his grave in Paris. Bucket list.”
“He had some good tunes.”
