Page 39 of Rocked: The Price of Dreams

Holy shit!

My heart leaped into my throat. Those people were here for us! They wanted us to sign stuff!

“Fuck yeah.” Hunter rushed over to the fans. Cameras flashed. People cheered.

Not wanting to miss out, Kyle and I ran to join him.

As the fans jostled to greet us—in a somewhat controlled manner—a girl with tousled auburn hair grabbed my arm. “Oh my God. You’re incredible. I love your voice. I’m such a fan.”

I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face even if I tried. “Thank you.” I signed her T-shirt with a Sharpie we’d used to mark our boxes of gear. “I’m glad you enjoyed the show.”

Another girl in a Tigers cheerleading outfit grabbed Hunter by the shirt and kissed him.

Whoa! Go Hunt. That was the hottest kiss I’d seen him have. Ever. Woohoo!

“Hi.” She cupped his cheek. “I’m Gwendolyn. You’re so fucking hot.”

“I know.” A cocky grin curled across his lips. “You aren’t so bad yourself.”

Then, he kissed her back. For all of five seconds before the girl behind pulled her out of the way. “Let the guy breathe, Gwen. Other people are waiting.”

“Sorry.” Biting her lip, she smiled and held up her CD for him to sign.

Once the girls left, I high-fived him. “All right, babe. Score.”

He grinned from ear to ear. “This may be the best night of my life.”

Then a guy in a Tigers jersey rocked up to me and handed over a flyer and pen. “Hi. I’m Ewan.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Gemma.” As I met his brown-eyed gaze, my breath hitched. My skin tingled. The place between my legs clenched. Holy angels. That hadn’t happened before. Not ever. But this dude was hot. Zac Efron hot.

“You totally rocked tonight.” His voice was quiet, but it rippled with starstruck excitement. Over me? So cool! “I loved your music. All the team did.”

“Thanks.” Blushing, I dragged my gaze away and signed the flyer. “So, you’re on the team? What position do you play?” I had no clue about ice hockey, but I could make conversation.

“Um...forward, left wing...and I’m the captain.” A shy smile quivered across his mouth as he rubbed his chest.

I arched an eyebrow, waiting for an onslaught of cocky arrogance, but it never came. This was the first sportsperson I’d met who hadn’t come across as full of himself. “Congratulations. Good luck with the season.”

“Thanks.” He took the flyer from me but hesitated in drawing it away. “Um...any chance of getting your number?”

A hot rush swept over me from my head down to my toes. I just got asked out? Yay! I wanted to jump up and down and scream...but I didn’t. Digging my fingernails into my palms to distract myself, I kept my cool...and sensibility. I wasn’t stupid. There was no way I’d give this guy my number. “Um...no. But thanks.”

Kyle must have overheard as he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Do it.”

“No.” I shook my head and pasted on my sweetest smile. I wasn’t going to give my number to some random fan. No matter how hot he was. What if he was a psycho? Stalker? Creep?

“It was worth a shot.” Disappointment flickered in Ewan’s eyes, then he tilted his head in Kyle’s direction. “Are you dating this guy? Or him?” He glanced at Hunter who was signing some girl’s chest.

“No. These guys are my best friends. Always have been. Always will be.”

“That’s so cool.” He stuffed his flyer and hands into the back pocket of his jeans. “Hey?” Nerves jumped in his voice. “If you guys aren’t doing anything after this, we’re having a party back at my place. You three should come. Here, I’ll give you my address and number.” He grabbed a spare flyer off the table, wrote on it, and handed it to me. “It’s gonna be huge. I’d love to see you there.”

“We’ll see.” Heat blazed in my cheeks. I folded and stuffed the piece of paper into my back pocket.

He gave me the cutest smile. “Now you have my details, you can call me or stop by anytime.”

“Maybe I will.” Butterflies fluttered and swooped through my stomach. I so wanted to call him. “But no promises.”

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