I was no good for her.
Like she said, she’d been disappointed enough by men. Until I could put my heart back together, I was no good for anyone.
Chapter Thirteen
Harlow
“Thanks for getting all my stuff.” When Luke walked in, I got out of bed. For the second time that morning. These hotel beds were the bomb. There was just something enticing about a bed you didn’t ever have to make.
“Thanks for rescuing me.” He sat everything down out of the way and then hung my clothes up next to his. I followed his movements, chuckling to myself when I saw that our clothes blended together. You couldn’t tell where his stopped and mine started. Both of us had an affinity for black, white, and plaid. “You are an angel.”
I sighed. “No. I am an enabler.” I grabbed my bathroom bag and went to tame my hair into something less obnoxious. “But there is nothing sadder than a hot guy who loses his swagger.”
He frowned. “I didn’t lose my swagger.”
I made an are-you-kidding-me face. “All swag drained from your body the second you opened that door. It was pathetic. And I meant what I said, if I see it happen again, deal’s off.” It was much easier to tell him, and myself, that was why I’d done what I did. I refused to look any closer, dig any deeper into my actions. I’d known the dude for a matter of hours, there was no way I was falling for him. Love like that didn’t exist. Now, lust on the other hand…that was a different story.
His face paled.
“I will stand by you, I’ll hang out. I’ll flirt. But I will not watch you lose who you are every time Lexi walks into a room. It’s annoying and I have better things to do. Am I clear?” I was being harsh; I knew I was. But fuck that noise. I refused to spend the next week watching the guy I was (maybe) accidentally lusting on (it’s like crushing on but less lame) act like a sad puppy dog.
He hung his head. “I’ll try. I promise. For you I’ll try.”
I popped him on the ass with the brush in my hand. “Don’t do it for me, Luke. Do it for you.” I was going to whip some sense into this man whether he liked it or not.
***
Luke and I were walking hand in hand in the direction of the restaurant Lexi had texted him. It was only a few blocks from the hotel and Luke and I needed some time to get our backstory straight. The key to a good tall tale was preparation. Unless of course you were me, because I was a natural. You’d think I would be nervous about meeting the most important people in his life, but this being a fake arrangement really took the edge off.
“Okay, so you’re on drums and Dash is the singer. Tell me about the other ‘members.’” Now I was doing the air quotes because it was cracking me up.
He squeezed my hand when I wouldn’t stop giggling at my own joke. “Smith is bass, his girlfriend’s name is Dylan. Dylan is a physician’s assistant and that’s how we met her. She went on tour to keep an eye on Lexi and the baby.”
I stopped and bent down to pick up a pretty yellow flower growing through a crack in the sidewalk. “Smith loves Dylan and Dylan is the smartest person in your group. Got it.” I reached up and put the flower behind his ear.
“Jacks is lead guitar, he has a nine-year-old daughter he just found out about over the summer. Her name is Landry and he is raising her with his girlfriend, Bryan. Bryan just graduated from college and is one of Dylan’s younger sisters.”
When I noticed the two young girls we were about to walk past checking Luke out, I lifted his gray t-shirt to show off his washboard abs. He swatted my hands away. “Okay, Jacks loves Bryan and they love Landry.” We passed the girls and I grabbed his blue-jean-clad ass because I knew they were still looking. “Dash is with Lexi, they have Halen. You have an older sister named Amy. And I’m a beautiful fairy.”
He let go of my hand and threw his arm around my neck. “I can’t thank you enough for saving me like you
Like she said, she’d been disappointed enough by men. Until I could put my heart back together, I was no good for anyone.
Chapter Thirteen
Harlow
“Thanks for getting all my stuff.” When Luke walked in, I got out of bed. For the second time that morning. These hotel beds were the bomb. There was just something enticing about a bed you didn’t ever have to make.
“Thanks for rescuing me.” He sat everything down out of the way and then hung my clothes up next to his. I followed his movements, chuckling to myself when I saw that our clothes blended together. You couldn’t tell where his stopped and mine started. Both of us had an affinity for black, white, and plaid. “You are an angel.”
I sighed. “No. I am an enabler.” I grabbed my bathroom bag and went to tame my hair into something less obnoxious. “But there is nothing sadder than a hot guy who loses his swagger.”
He frowned. “I didn’t lose my swagger.”
I made an are-you-kidding-me face. “All swag drained from your body the second you opened that door. It was pathetic. And I meant what I said, if I see it happen again, deal’s off.” It was much easier to tell him, and myself, that was why I’d done what I did. I refused to look any closer, dig any deeper into my actions. I’d known the dude for a matter of hours, there was no way I was falling for him. Love like that didn’t exist. Now, lust on the other hand…that was a different story.
His face paled.
“I will stand by you, I’ll hang out. I’ll flirt. But I will not watch you lose who you are every time Lexi walks into a room. It’s annoying and I have better things to do. Am I clear?” I was being harsh; I knew I was. But fuck that noise. I refused to spend the next week watching the guy I was (maybe) accidentally lusting on (it’s like crushing on but less lame) act like a sad puppy dog.
He hung his head. “I’ll try. I promise. For you I’ll try.”
I popped him on the ass with the brush in my hand. “Don’t do it for me, Luke. Do it for you.” I was going to whip some sense into this man whether he liked it or not.
***
Luke and I were walking hand in hand in the direction of the restaurant Lexi had texted him. It was only a few blocks from the hotel and Luke and I needed some time to get our backstory straight. The key to a good tall tale was preparation. Unless of course you were me, because I was a natural. You’d think I would be nervous about meeting the most important people in his life, but this being a fake arrangement really took the edge off.
“Okay, so you’re on drums and Dash is the singer. Tell me about the other ‘members.’” Now I was doing the air quotes because it was cracking me up.
He squeezed my hand when I wouldn’t stop giggling at my own joke. “Smith is bass, his girlfriend’s name is Dylan. Dylan is a physician’s assistant and that’s how we met her. She went on tour to keep an eye on Lexi and the baby.”
I stopped and bent down to pick up a pretty yellow flower growing through a crack in the sidewalk. “Smith loves Dylan and Dylan is the smartest person in your group. Got it.” I reached up and put the flower behind his ear.
“Jacks is lead guitar, he has a nine-year-old daughter he just found out about over the summer. Her name is Landry and he is raising her with his girlfriend, Bryan. Bryan just graduated from college and is one of Dylan’s younger sisters.”
When I noticed the two young girls we were about to walk past checking Luke out, I lifted his gray t-shirt to show off his washboard abs. He swatted my hands away. “Okay, Jacks loves Bryan and they love Landry.” We passed the girls and I grabbed his blue-jean-clad ass because I knew they were still looking. “Dash is with Lexi, they have Halen. You have an older sister named Amy. And I’m a beautiful fairy.”
He let go of my hand and threw his arm around my neck. “I can’t thank you enough for saving me like you
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