Page 122 of Dirty Rock

“I’ll show you cute.” I growled and nuzzled my face into her neck, bringing her skin out in goosebumps, not caring where we were.

The whole world could know now.

I couldn’t hide this shit anymore.

Jules squealed quietly; her laughter untameable as she tried to push me away. When she hitched in a breath, she stiffened in my arms.

“Bobby. Hey!”

Reluctantly, I broke away from her only to see Bobby Hart, an old school rock legend from the 1970s band Zero Heroes. He was notorious for his legendary bass playing skills, and his ability to rival Keith Richards in theShouldn’t He Be Dead?stakes. His age was hard to place, but given his weathered skin, knowing eyes, and the grey hair that covered both his head and his face… I’d have said he’d have been in his early seventies at the least. The old-school red bandana he had tied around his neck was a wardrobe piece few could pull off, but pull it off, he did.

There weren’t many people that made my eyes widen with appreciation but having Bobby Hart standing in front of us had my chest pounding wildly. My very own Zero Hero. One of the men my mum had swooned over when I was younger. Even Caleb had admired Bobby.

If they could see me now.

“Rhett.” Bobby offered me one of those slow, controlled nods.

“Shit, hey, man.” I was beaming as I held my hand out for him to take. I was holding onto a living legend, and I suddenly felt like a giddy teenage boy meeting his idol. “Good to meet you. Big fan.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” he said smoothly, letting go of my hand.

“No shit!”

“I saw your performance tonight. Digged it.”

If anyone else had said they ‘digged’ a performance, I would have told them the 1990s wanted their lingo back, but this was Bobby Fucking Hart, and he made everything sound cool. His eyes told a million stories, and I wanted to sit down with the legend and listen to them all.

“You got a minute to talk?” he asked.

“Are you shitting me?”

“No.” He laughed roughly, scowling as he did. “I’d love to grab a beer with you and talk music.”

“Hell yes, sir.” Some people deserved that title, and he was one of the few I was willing to hand it out to without question.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He smirked knowingly before he took a glance at Julia and winked.

I turned to her to see her smiling proudly at me. “Did you set this up?” I asked.

“Me? Never.” She chuckled before she moved to Bobby, gave him a hug, and whispered something in his ear.

He was as smitten with her as I was. Julia held an air of coolness that couldn’t be replicated. She knew people, and people knew her, but she would never brag about it like I would have done. She didn’t need to world to know she knew her shit. She was comfortable with keeping that knowledge to herself. Her lack of desire for attention was one of the many things I loved about her.

Jules and Bobby laughed together, and when she turned back to me, she offered me a smile. “I’ll leave you two to it.”

“Where are you going?” I asked, eyeing her when she began to walk away. Those eyes of mine fell to her perfectly tight arse.

“Not too far. Don’t worry.”

“Damn,” I muttered to myself, taking a moment too long to let my gaze linger before I glanced back up at Bobby Hart again. “Sorry.” I shook my head. “She’s got some crazy ass voodoo spell over me.”

“Don’t apologise. Julia’s the kinda woman who leaves you speechless.”

“You two know each other?”

“Oh, her and I go way back.”

“Yeah?” I scowled. “She never said.”

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