Page 115 of Hard Rock Tease

Those messages were clearly aimedat the person running the band’s social media accounts. Aimed at me. What kind of jealous loser would send a message like that? My hands trembled a bit as I swiped to delete the message. What kind of psychos would I have to deal with? I shook my head inwardly. Some people took their fandom way too seriously.

“What is it?” Jayce asked, sitting up from his casual slouch on the sofa, looking concerned. “Something wrong?” He must have noticed my pause and seen my hands shaking.

“It’s nothing. Just a stupid message. I ignore a lot of them.”

He didn’t look convinced, but nodded and settled back down, continuing to watch me carefully.

“Let’s get to the next question. ‘My friend Sharon told me Kell’s real name is Kelsey. Is that true?’”

Kell blanched. “Ugh. Who started that rumor?”

“Not exactly a rumor,” Morris drawled.

“You shut your mouth.” Kell pointed accusingly at Morris, then turned to me. “Tell them it’s a dirty lie.”

“Is it?” I asked, intrigued.

Kell nodded emphatically. “Yeah. Of course. Totally untrue. A complete falsehood.”

I couldn’t help but grin. “You don’t have to protest so hard. Kelsey’s not a bad name for a boy.”

Kell folded his arms over his chest, looking put out. “My parents were jerks,” he muttered.

I decided to let Kell have his moment of pique and moved on. “Jayce, will you marry me?” My heart skipped a beat as I glanced at him. “Gonna make some girl’s dream come true today?”

He threw me a wicked grin.

“I’d rather marry my guitar,” Kell mimicked Jayce’s low baritone before he could answer. “You practically have sex with it on stage anyway.”

“Tell them my heart only has room for one true love: music.”

“Awww, how poetic,” Kell bantered back.

I nearly melted at the quirk of Jayce’s lips. I took a steadying breath and moved on. I wouldn’t let myself fall into a stupor every time Jayce gave me one of his tempting looks. I refused to fall under his spell like every other fangirl.

“Morris: I’ve seen you in concert a hundred times. Will you ever take off your shirt?”

“Impossible. We haven’t done one hundred shows yet,” Morris said, deadpan.

“And the shirt thing?” I prompted.

“Write down that I’ll take off my shirt when Kell takes off his pants.”

“Man, don’t give him ideas,” Jayce groaned.

Kell’s eyes lit up. “Hey, how about next show I—”

“No.” All three of them spoke at the same time.

“Why don’t I just tell her to keep coming to shows, and maybe she’ll get to see your naked chest one day?”

Morris nodded and went back to listening silently.

“Ren: Would you ever date a girl as tall as you?”

Ren’s eyes crinkled at the corners. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I dunno,” I said doubtfully. “You’re pretty tall. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a girl as tall as you.”