Page 94 of Reverb
“Not all.” She might not have come, but deep within her lay a calm that he’d given her with his actions.
“Good.” He lolled his head. “I should put myself together.”
“Mmm. Yeah.” Mish stole a kiss, then took her time with another—and that one got her a moan from him. When she pulled back, she grinned.
“So I wasn’t a hundred percent quiet, but your lips are killer.”
She laughed and climbed off the couch. “So are yours.” He was sexy and perfect especially tousled like he was, post orgasm. “Do you want more coffee?”
“Yeah.” He closed his eyes. “After that, I need it.” When he looked up again, he was grinning. “Mish?”
“Yeah?” God, every nerve in her body sparked like that smile.
“I’m still up for you fucking me until I scream.”
That turned her insides into a fucking volcano. “Oh good. We even have a hotel room tonight.”
His laugh was glorious. She blew him a kiss, then sauntered up to the front of the bus to get more coffee. The guys looked amused, even Ray, despite his cold.
Mish didn’t care. Tonight, she’d sing for all of them, and for David.
Tension laced through the air as David prowled through the venue. This time, they were playing in a concert hall—not the outdoor amphitheaters they’d been playing. Seats. Balconies. Even little boxes on the side. The building was easier to secure, and that led to a more intimate atmosphere. The stage seemed smaller, though it wasn’t by much.
The band couldn’t hide the fact that Ray was sick, not with his voice on rest and everyone but him answering questions during the VIP event. Especially not after his coughing fit that had him looking miserable and put Zavier on edge. David had thought the drummer might split open the water bottle he clutched in his hand.
Mish was their saving grace. Calm, cool, and beautiful, and so open and inviting with the fans. She took point during the VIP encounter, joking with the group, asking her own questions. Ribbing silent Ray and tense Zavier until they relaxed.
Domino followed Mish’s lead, so the reviews of the encounter out on the ’net were positive, Adrian said. But everyone knew something was up with Ray. That was even evident in the conversations David overheard as he made his rounds. Fans nervous that Ray’d hurt his voice or wouldn’t sound good.
Or that there’d be a last-minute cancellation. Everyone was primed for something to happen tonight.
Part of the reason David was out in the venue was to get a sense of the vibe. Plus the band had sequestered themselves in their dressing rooms and even Adrian had been shooed away. To keep his own nerves from fraying, David focused on work.
The audience here felt closer to the stage as well. They weren’t. The perception came from the closeness of the seating and the lack of a lawn. Didn’t help that he was well known now. Fans watched him and snapped photos. Someone had even asked for his autograph, and he’d had to beg off. He didn’t sign things. He was just security.
Only he wasn’t anymore. He wasdatingMish Sullivan. The proof of it was in all those photos on the internet. There was also that recording of him singing to Mish, out there for all to see. Including that reporter, Vicky Heydel, who spotted him atexactlythe same time he saw her.
Oh, fuckinggreat. He couldn’t retreat, because there weren’t as many aisles to stomp down. Besides, Marcella had cautioned him to be nice. And truthful. While there still was noofficialcomment on his and Mish’s relationship, they couldn’t demur anymore, so David stood his ground.
“Ms. Heydel,” he said when she strode up to him.
“Mr. Altet.” Her smile was triumphant. “Do you care to make a statement now?”
Couldn’t help the painful chuckle. “Not really, no.”
And yes, her lips twitched a little, hitching into satisfaction. “But you are dating Mish Sullivan, are you not?”
There it was, the question he couldn’t avoid. He could play coy, or he could get this over with. “Yes. I am. We are.” He gave a shrug. “Probably obvious from the other night.”
Heydel smirked. “It’s been obvious for a while. But I’d like to know why.”
“Why what?” He racked his brain to come up with a reason for this line of questioning.
“You’ve stated you’re security. Rumor has it that Mish Sullivan has been receiving some interesting comments online—certainly have been some of those on the photos of you two.” Her expression was shrewd and expectant.
Shit.Shit. He had an inkling where this was going. “I can’t comment on social media postings.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
