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indulgently. She placed a white paper bag on the table. “The others will be back in a moment. Now unplug, eat, and get changed.”
Darcy looked at her, his eyes expressing the gratitude his words never would. “Thank you, Caro,” he said simply.
With a nod, Caroline left the room, satisfied.
It was twenty minutes after one when Darcy walked into the office area. He was wearing skintight black leather pants, a loose white linen shirt that was left mostly unbuttoned, and boots. “Where’s Charles?” he asked, looking around.
Caroline could just see the edge of the tattoo on his left breast. “You are wearing a shirt?”
“Are you disappointed?”
“I’m heartbroken.”
Darcy’s eyes expressed annoyance. “Caroline.” She grinned when he used her full name. “Despite what you and every other woman in this building thinks, I do not go shirtless for your viewing pleasure.”
Caroline tilted her head skeptically and folded her arms across her chest.
“It’s very hot under the stage lights and I hate having anything binding my arms when I play,” he said in a low tone that was not to be challenged.
Caroline resisted the urge to comment on the fact that Darcy didn’t seem to mind having anything on his arms when he was rehearsing and moved on. “Sorry, Darcy. Charles is probably watching the video shoot.”
Darcy regarded her carefully and then shut the office door. “What do you think of them?”
She had been expecting the question. She valued her role as Darcy’s confidant and made a rule of being prepared for anything he might ask. “LBS?” she shrugged indifferently. “I like them. I mean, they are green and a little young—”
“They’re our age,” he disagreed calmly.
“You know what I mean. Jane invited us for Sunday dinner, for goodness sakes,” she grinned and shook her head. “Still, they’re smart and professional. I haven’t had a single complaint from them. They aren’t whiny divas or anything. You can’t know until we are on the road, but I think they’re going to work out.”
“Have you been watching them?” he asked softly.
“Oh yeah.”
“Are they clean?”
Caroline nodded. “Cleaner than we are, at least,” she shrugged.
“What about Charles? He’s all over them.”
“I wish I could tell you that it’s just Charles being friendly.”
“What about Jane?”
Caroline sighed. “Yeah, I know. I don’t know what we can do about it. Just have to hope…” Her voice trailed off, leaving all her worries unspoken. “Frankly, I’m surprised. She’s not really his type. He usually goes for high-maintenance exotics.”
“Don’t remind me,” Darcy frowned, tiredly. “All right, we need to get going.”
“Have a great time. I’m not coming,” Caroline said simply.
“Why not?” Darcy asked suspiciously.
“Faust just called from Austin. It seems one of the big lighting boards has gone missing.”
“Do we have a backup?”
“Of course. But Faust is really hoping we can still find it. According to him, the house manager down there couldn’t find his asshole with a flashlight.”
“Faust would never say that.”
“He didn’t, but that was the general message,” Caroline shrugged. “If we have to use the backup board he will be up all night programming it. The backup board belongs to the house and our software won’t talk to it. I need to stay here and man the fort.”
“Will you have to fly down early? Should I cancel Top 20 ?” he asked hopefully.
“No, Faust can handle it. My going down a day early won’t help anything, and I need to stay here and make sure you do what you’re supposed to,” she added with a meaningful look.
The phone rang. Darcy knew who it was and was moving toward the doorway even as she hung up. “That was Rebecca. They are waiting for you out front.”
“Bye, Caro,” he sulked as he left the room.
Caroline grinned privately to herself as she went back to work.
***
Elizabeth looked at her
Darcy looked at her, his eyes expressing the gratitude his words never would. “Thank you, Caro,” he said simply.
With a nod, Caroline left the room, satisfied.
It was twenty minutes after one when Darcy walked into the office area. He was wearing skintight black leather pants, a loose white linen shirt that was left mostly unbuttoned, and boots. “Where’s Charles?” he asked, looking around.
Caroline could just see the edge of the tattoo on his left breast. “You are wearing a shirt?”
“Are you disappointed?”
“I’m heartbroken.”
Darcy’s eyes expressed annoyance. “Caroline.” She grinned when he used her full name. “Despite what you and every other woman in this building thinks, I do not go shirtless for your viewing pleasure.”
Caroline tilted her head skeptically and folded her arms across her chest.
“It’s very hot under the stage lights and I hate having anything binding my arms when I play,” he said in a low tone that was not to be challenged.
Caroline resisted the urge to comment on the fact that Darcy didn’t seem to mind having anything on his arms when he was rehearsing and moved on. “Sorry, Darcy. Charles is probably watching the video shoot.”
Darcy regarded her carefully and then shut the office door. “What do you think of them?”
She had been expecting the question. She valued her role as Darcy’s confidant and made a rule of being prepared for anything he might ask. “LBS?” she shrugged indifferently. “I like them. I mean, they are green and a little young—”
“They’re our age,” he disagreed calmly.
“You know what I mean. Jane invited us for Sunday dinner, for goodness sakes,” she grinned and shook her head. “Still, they’re smart and professional. I haven’t had a single complaint from them. They aren’t whiny divas or anything. You can’t know until we are on the road, but I think they’re going to work out.”
“Have you been watching them?” he asked softly.
“Oh yeah.”
“Are they clean?”
Caroline nodded. “Cleaner than we are, at least,” she shrugged.
“What about Charles? He’s all over them.”
“I wish I could tell you that it’s just Charles being friendly.”
“What about Jane?”
Caroline sighed. “Yeah, I know. I don’t know what we can do about it. Just have to hope…” Her voice trailed off, leaving all her worries unspoken. “Frankly, I’m surprised. She’s not really his type. He usually goes for high-maintenance exotics.”
“Don’t remind me,” Darcy frowned, tiredly. “All right, we need to get going.”
“Have a great time. I’m not coming,” Caroline said simply.
“Why not?” Darcy asked suspiciously.
“Faust just called from Austin. It seems one of the big lighting boards has gone missing.”
“Do we have a backup?”
“Of course. But Faust is really hoping we can still find it. According to him, the house manager down there couldn’t find his asshole with a flashlight.”
“Faust would never say that.”
“He didn’t, but that was the general message,” Caroline shrugged. “If we have to use the backup board he will be up all night programming it. The backup board belongs to the house and our software won’t talk to it. I need to stay here and man the fort.”
“Will you have to fly down early? Should I cancel Top 20 ?” he asked hopefully.
“No, Faust can handle it. My going down a day early won’t help anything, and I need to stay here and make sure you do what you’re supposed to,” she added with a meaningful look.
The phone rang. Darcy knew who it was and was moving toward the doorway even as she hung up. “That was Rebecca. They are waiting for you out front.”
“Bye, Caro,” he sulked as he left the room.
Caroline grinned privately to herself as she went back to work.
***
Elizabeth looked at her
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