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The next hour isn’t any better. Bobby checks in on Laney, since she never came out of Danny’s bedroom, and finds her sleeping on the singer’s bed. The idea of her snuggling in his sheets and smelling his pillow has me seeing red, but Danny shrugs it off and pulls me out of my ire with a quick kiss. Too quick for my liking, but I don’t press for more.
The band ends up hanging in the living area, along with rest of the security team. They decide to sing the song lineup Ron sent them. Aside from his humming at the lake house, I’ve only heard Danny sing that one time at the recording studio. So I’m eager to hear him sing again.
And I’m not disappointed. Granted, I don’t listen to rock songs, but I was an instant fan of Warrior Black. When I took this job, I assumed Danny was talented, but his voice is magic. Not only does he sing, but he adds beauty and charm to the mix, and there’s no way I’m ever going to let Danny Raven Wells go. He’s mine.
“So, what do you think?” Danny finally asks, pulling me out of my reverie. He touches my arm, caressing it lightly, sending a cascade of desire throughout my body. God, I can’t get enough of this guy.
It doesn’t help that we’re nestled right next to each other on the couch.
I’m slow to answer because Connor, who I’m learning is a nosy bastard, is sitting on the other side of Danny, peering over Danny’s shoulder at me while he lightly taps his drumsticks on a smaller drum anchored between his knees.
He repeats Danny’s question. “Well, what do you think?”
“About what?” I ignore the drummer and gaze solely at Danny.
He rolls his eyes and then asks me again. “Do you like the songs?”
“Sure.” I take his hand and squeeze. “But you already know I’m a country boy at heart.”
“I knew it.” Connor rips out a laugh, pointing at me. “So typical.”
“What’s going on?” Laney stumbles out, hair all mussed and creases from the sheets marking her face. Her bloodshot eyes land on Danny and she frowns. “I must have fallen asleep. I’m sorry for taking the bed.”
“No worries. We’re having fun out here,” Danny says, but his eyes never leave mine. He tightens his hold on my hand. “Besides, it gave us time to work out the song lineup for Rocktoberfest.”
“Sorry that I missed it,” Laney says, her frown deepening while she keeps her eyes on us.
“How much longer before we get to Black Rock?” Bobby asks. He’s elbow deep in a big bag of corn pops.
John looks at his watch. “I gauge about five and a half hours.”
“Hal said he’s stopping in about a half hour for gas and to stretch his legs,” Jordon adds as he strides into view from the front of the bus.
“Sounds good to me,” Danny announces, and abruptly gets up and turns to me, eyes filled with hunger. “Tobias.” It isn’t a request, as he strides toward the back bedroom.
“Where are you going, Danny?” Laney calls out.
“It’s none of your business.” I hear Connor’s rebuke to the P.A. As frustrating as the drummer is, I’m beginning to like him.
I don’t bother waiting to hear Laney’s response. My ass rushes after Danny, knowing exactly what he wants. Good thing, too, as my dick is a hundred percent on board.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
Danny
It’s nearing eight in the morning, and we’ve finally made it to Black Rock, but not without some hiccups. About ten miles outside the town of Fallon, the bus blew two left tires. It took almost six hours before we got someone to replace them.
Now, we’re here and the atmosphere in this part of the desert is ramping up with excitement. My bandmates and I are also eager, and we can’t wait for this kick ass experience to begin.
Except that Laney is driving all of us crazy. With her constant bitching about one thing or another, I’ve had it.
In these tight quarters, you can hear everything. And I meaneverything. Then I think back to those quickies between Tobias and me in the bedroom and bathroom… shit. Connor wasn’t kidding when he mentioned how loud I am. Even with Tobias’s hand over my mouth.
But I’m too agitated to be embarrassed when I have my soon-to-be-ex P.A. griping noisily about how much piss is all over the toilet seat.
“I can’t handle this anymore. I need out of this bus,” I whisper to Tobias.
“Give me five,” he whispers back and nods to John to follow him out of the bus.