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Authors: Lyrica Creed
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more. Meeting Colt for our date was supposed to have been my way of maintaining a level of control. It was my habit with first dates—and sometimes the second and third if I let things go that far.
Date not going good?
Make an excuse and leave.
Don’t want a goodbye kiss?
Wave and jump in the car. Driving away solved most any uncomfortable moment.
But Colt had shown up at the house to drop Seth off and had talked me into riding with him. I couldn’t come up with an excuse to refuse him. Now, after an evening observing his suave, flirty behavior, I was sure he had intentionally foiled my plans to take my own car.
Colt was a hotter than sin rock star.
Like Gage
. His every move was sexy.
Like Gage
. The husky rumble of his voice tingled and tickled some very deep places.
Like Gage
. He was funny and fun.
Like Gage
.
So why did I want to run the other direction?
Because he’s a rock star
. They were disturbed. I knew that better than anyone did. My mother had never hidden the dirty details of my lineage.
In the dark confines of the car, I couldn’t see the tattoo on my wrist. But I could feel its presence.
My father, punk rock legend Tyler Conterra, had died of an overdose after a history of drug abuse. At less than two years old, I’d been too young to remember him—not that my parents had married or that he’d been around much according to my mother. What I
had
witnessed firsthand in later years was the ensuing montage of rocker boyfriends in and out of my mother’s life, each bringing along their own variety of destructive behavior and contributing to my mom’s alcohol and drug addictions. Gage’s father had been the only exception.
I tried to sneak a look at Colt, but he caught my assessment and curved a sexy grin. What was his vice? More importantly, I knew he had one, so why had I agreed to this date? Had my reasoning been as stupid and rebellious as Gage’s dark look and slight shake of his head when Colt had asked?
“Hey! Wasn’t that Gage’s house?” I was certain the gate whipping by my window had a winged dragon on it.
“I want to show you my place.”
“Oh, no!” My heart pounded. “Not tonight, thank you.”
Thank you?
“I’m really tired and… yeah, tired. Really tired.”
“Gage warned you away from me, didn’t he?”
“No. In fact, I was going to cancel, and he talked me into it.”
“Why were you going to cancel?” His lip actually jutted out in semblance of a toddler’s pout.
“Something came up. See, I’m here in L.A. to see a friend and…” I trailed off, unwilling to tell him about Ivy and unsure where to ramble with that vague fib. So I did what I always did when cornered. Attacked. “Why would he warn me away from you? Should I have been warned?”
The car idled off the narrow street, in a private drive. The headlights illuminated the resident’s closed gate. His brows drew together, and he swung the vehicle back into the road the way we had come. “I have a reputation for treating women like Kleenexes.”
“Use them and throw them away.” I nodded, knowing the term. “That kind of goes with the territory, right?”
Rock star debauchery
.
“See, you get it.” His frown disappeared, and his smile returned. We bantered back and forth as he punched in the gate code, the dragon gate swung open, and we cruised up the drive. His glower returned when I jumped from the car instead of leaning in for a kiss when he took my hand.
After coming and going for almost a week, I knew the code for the keypad and pushed open the large entry door. I did, however, politely wait for Colt to catch up before entering the foyer.
Rascal barked a greeting, and his paws clipped the polished floor, the sound coming closer and closer until he pranced before us. I bent to pet him before following him down the hall and descending the stairway behind him to the media room. Runner lights along each level of seating flashed on when I pushed open the door.
Seth was stretched across
Date not going good?
Make an excuse and leave.
Don’t want a goodbye kiss?
Wave and jump in the car. Driving away solved most any uncomfortable moment.
But Colt had shown up at the house to drop Seth off and had talked me into riding with him. I couldn’t come up with an excuse to refuse him. Now, after an evening observing his suave, flirty behavior, I was sure he had intentionally foiled my plans to take my own car.
Colt was a hotter than sin rock star.
Like Gage
. His every move was sexy.
Like Gage
. The husky rumble of his voice tingled and tickled some very deep places.
Like Gage
. He was funny and fun.
Like Gage
.
So why did I want to run the other direction?
Because he’s a rock star
. They were disturbed. I knew that better than anyone did. My mother had never hidden the dirty details of my lineage.
In the dark confines of the car, I couldn’t see the tattoo on my wrist. But I could feel its presence.
My father, punk rock legend Tyler Conterra, had died of an overdose after a history of drug abuse. At less than two years old, I’d been too young to remember him—not that my parents had married or that he’d been around much according to my mother. What I
had
witnessed firsthand in later years was the ensuing montage of rocker boyfriends in and out of my mother’s life, each bringing along their own variety of destructive behavior and contributing to my mom’s alcohol and drug addictions. Gage’s father had been the only exception.
I tried to sneak a look at Colt, but he caught my assessment and curved a sexy grin. What was his vice? More importantly, I knew he had one, so why had I agreed to this date? Had my reasoning been as stupid and rebellious as Gage’s dark look and slight shake of his head when Colt had asked?
“Hey! Wasn’t that Gage’s house?” I was certain the gate whipping by my window had a winged dragon on it.
“I want to show you my place.”
“Oh, no!” My heart pounded. “Not tonight, thank you.”
Thank you?
“I’m really tired and… yeah, tired. Really tired.”
“Gage warned you away from me, didn’t he?”
“No. In fact, I was going to cancel, and he talked me into it.”
“Why were you going to cancel?” His lip actually jutted out in semblance of a toddler’s pout.
“Something came up. See, I’m here in L.A. to see a friend and…” I trailed off, unwilling to tell him about Ivy and unsure where to ramble with that vague fib. So I did what I always did when cornered. Attacked. “Why would he warn me away from you? Should I have been warned?”
The car idled off the narrow street, in a private drive. The headlights illuminated the resident’s closed gate. His brows drew together, and he swung the vehicle back into the road the way we had come. “I have a reputation for treating women like Kleenexes.”
“Use them and throw them away.” I nodded, knowing the term. “That kind of goes with the territory, right?”
Rock star debauchery
.
“See, you get it.” His frown disappeared, and his smile returned. We bantered back and forth as he punched in the gate code, the dragon gate swung open, and we cruised up the drive. His glower returned when I jumped from the car instead of leaning in for a kiss when he took my hand.
After coming and going for almost a week, I knew the code for the keypad and pushed open the large entry door. I did, however, politely wait for Colt to catch up before entering the foyer.
Rascal barked a greeting, and his paws clipped the polished floor, the sound coming closer and closer until he pranced before us. I bent to pet him before following him down the hall and descending the stairway behind him to the media room. Runner lights along each level of seating flashed on when I pushed open the door.
Seth was stretched across
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