Page 69 of Connectio
I rest my hands in my lap. “Carly speaks very highly of him too.”
Will chuckles and focuses on the road again. “It’s the smirk.”
“The smirk?”
“Yeah, the man does this thing with his face that makes all the women drop their panties.”
I laugh. “Sounds… interesting.”
“You’ll see soon enough.”
“How?”
“We have a gig soon, and you’re coming.”
“I’m coming?”
He glances my way, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Not how I wanted to hear you say that for the first time, but I’ll take it.”
Drawing in a deep breath, I bite back my smile and shake my head as I exhale. “Very funny.”
“Sweetheart”—his voice deepens—“when I make you come for the first time, it’ll be far from funny.”
I legitimately squirm, the muscles between my legs pulling tight. “Okay,” I choke out, “let’s change the subject.” I swallow. “So, your band… none of you play for a living?”
He chuckles. “No. Never have. Bryce is made of money. Derek’s got some coin too, and not to mention is high up in the MFB. Matt’s in the army. And I’m expanding my business. Live Trep is just time with the boys.”
“Live Trep? Is that the name of your band?”
“Yeah. Pretty much.”
“Isn’t that woman from Opals in the band too?”
“You mean Lucy?”
“I think so. The one that looks like Belle.”
His eyebrows draw together. “Whose Belle?”
“From Beauty and the Beast.”
When his baffled expression doesn’t change, I offer a different explanation. “The one who likes the Slippery Nipple shots.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, that’s Lucy. She’s one of the boys. Likes chicks not dicks.”
My jaw drops. “Will!”
“What?” He full-on belly laughs. “Man, you offend easily.”
I cross my arms. “I do not.”
“Yeah, you do.”
The song changes, and I recognise the new one instantly so lean forward and turn it up, ending our discussion.
“You like The Police?”
I nod. “Sure. ‘Every Breath You Take’ was my parents’ wedding song.”
