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starts wiggling around.
A warm, heavy hand on my hip causes me to jump, and then Evan’s pushing past me into the living area. With a wave of his hand, he says, “So this is it… the living area. There’s a desk there for you to work. Kitchen. Bathroom is on the other side of it, and then the bedroom in the back. It’s only a full-sized bed but plenty big enough.”
A sizzling jolt of shock slams into me and I blurt out, “I’m not sleeping in that bedroom with you.”
Evan’s eyes flash and his lips curve upward. He takes a step toward me and murmurs, “Your choices are that bedroom or you can stay on the second bus behind us. That’s where the band and a few of the road crew ride. They sleep in bunks built into the wall.”
“But… but…” I stammer, completely stunned by this news.
Then Evan bursts out laughing as he rests a hand on my shoulder. “Relax, Emma. The bedroom is yours. This couch converts and I’ll sleep out here.”
Amazingly, there’s a twinge of disappointment to know that Evan had no intention of sleeping in the same bed as me, but the overwhelming relief obliterates it. I’d simply die if I had to share a bed with such a gorgeous specimen of a man, who is so far out of my league it’s not even funny, not to mention the fact I really don’t like him all that much.
Liar.
“I can’t take the bedroom,” I say hastily. “You’re the star. You deserve the star treatment. So I’ll sleep out here.”
Evan grins at me a moment before he moves to the kitchen area. “You’ll take the bedroom. I’m a southern boy first and foremost and we have our manners before we have anything. I’ll be fine out here. Want something to drink?”
I shake my head. “I’m good.”
“We’re taking off, folks,” Red says from the front, and I hear the doors hiss close. The bus rocks as he steps on the gas and I take a seat on the leather couch, my head spinning. I hear Sirius jump out of the bed and come barreling down the short hallway, through the kitchen, and right past the living area where he flops down on the floor beside Red. I note he absently puts a hand down to briefly scratch my puppy’s head before he returns it to the wheel.
Evan takes a seat on the other end of the couch and that grabs my attention, so my head swings back his way. He stares at me, takes a sip from a can of Diet Coke, and then just stares at me some more.
It’s awkward and before I start fidgeting under his heavy gaze, I try to make desperate conversation. “I went over the tour schedule you emailed me last night. I was sort of exhausted just reading it. Forty-two shows over three months.”
Evan nods. “Pretty much. We’ll do a show, pack up, and drive to the next venue although in the cities where we do two shows, we’ll stay in a hotel for some extra comfort.”
“Is it normal to have this much… um… stuff and people?” I ask, stumbling on the right words to even put a name to the convoy of buses and trucks that are rolling along behind us as we drive through my neighborhood. Atlanta is the kick off for this tour and it starts evening after next.
He bobs his head in acknowledgment. “Apparently. Although this is my first concert tour, so I can’t say for sure. Crazy, right?”
“I’m still not sure I understand it,” I admit.
“Well, there are three musicians who will play with me, since I’m a solo artist. I’ve only been with them for about a month, but they’re really cool. I’ll introduce you when we stop. They sleep on the other bus, along with my manager, Tyler Hannity, and the two bus drivers. Plus, there are two permanent road crews that go to all shows who will do the sound and lighting. The rest of the crew will be local hires at each venue who help to build the stage and set everything up. The tour production company handles hiring that out, as well as other local talent like stylists.”
“It’s overwhelming,” I tell him candidly. Because I’m feeling completely
A warm, heavy hand on my hip causes me to jump, and then Evan’s pushing past me into the living area. With a wave of his hand, he says, “So this is it… the living area. There’s a desk there for you to work. Kitchen. Bathroom is on the other side of it, and then the bedroom in the back. It’s only a full-sized bed but plenty big enough.”
A sizzling jolt of shock slams into me and I blurt out, “I’m not sleeping in that bedroom with you.”
Evan’s eyes flash and his lips curve upward. He takes a step toward me and murmurs, “Your choices are that bedroom or you can stay on the second bus behind us. That’s where the band and a few of the road crew ride. They sleep in bunks built into the wall.”
“But… but…” I stammer, completely stunned by this news.
Then Evan bursts out laughing as he rests a hand on my shoulder. “Relax, Emma. The bedroom is yours. This couch converts and I’ll sleep out here.”
Amazingly, there’s a twinge of disappointment to know that Evan had no intention of sleeping in the same bed as me, but the overwhelming relief obliterates it. I’d simply die if I had to share a bed with such a gorgeous specimen of a man, who is so far out of my league it’s not even funny, not to mention the fact I really don’t like him all that much.
Liar.
“I can’t take the bedroom,” I say hastily. “You’re the star. You deserve the star treatment. So I’ll sleep out here.”
Evan grins at me a moment before he moves to the kitchen area. “You’ll take the bedroom. I’m a southern boy first and foremost and we have our manners before we have anything. I’ll be fine out here. Want something to drink?”
I shake my head. “I’m good.”
“We’re taking off, folks,” Red says from the front, and I hear the doors hiss close. The bus rocks as he steps on the gas and I take a seat on the leather couch, my head spinning. I hear Sirius jump out of the bed and come barreling down the short hallway, through the kitchen, and right past the living area where he flops down on the floor beside Red. I note he absently puts a hand down to briefly scratch my puppy’s head before he returns it to the wheel.
Evan takes a seat on the other end of the couch and that grabs my attention, so my head swings back his way. He stares at me, takes a sip from a can of Diet Coke, and then just stares at me some more.
It’s awkward and before I start fidgeting under his heavy gaze, I try to make desperate conversation. “I went over the tour schedule you emailed me last night. I was sort of exhausted just reading it. Forty-two shows over three months.”
Evan nods. “Pretty much. We’ll do a show, pack up, and drive to the next venue although in the cities where we do two shows, we’ll stay in a hotel for some extra comfort.”
“Is it normal to have this much… um… stuff and people?” I ask, stumbling on the right words to even put a name to the convoy of buses and trucks that are rolling along behind us as we drive through my neighborhood. Atlanta is the kick off for this tour and it starts evening after next.
He bobs his head in acknowledgment. “Apparently. Although this is my first concert tour, so I can’t say for sure. Crazy, right?”
“I’m still not sure I understand it,” I admit.
“Well, there are three musicians who will play with me, since I’m a solo artist. I’ve only been with them for about a month, but they’re really cool. I’ll introduce you when we stop. They sleep on the other bus, along with my manager, Tyler Hannity, and the two bus drivers. Plus, there are two permanent road crews that go to all shows who will do the sound and lighting. The rest of the crew will be local hires at each venue who help to build the stage and set everything up. The tour production company handles hiring that out, as well as other local talent like stylists.”
“It’s overwhelming,” I tell him candidly. Because I’m feeling completely
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