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Strickland."
Dee waived his hands around and if I wasn't so annoyed, it would have been comical.
"Sorry," he said. "All smited out."
"When you're ready, God ,
lets find Frank and Chris and blow this joint."
"And Simone," he drawled.
"She's staying at Frank's too."
We'd decided the best thing was for us
all to crash at Frank's tonight and go together to the airport in the morning.
He lived on the side of town near the freeway that went straight to Tullamarine . I had this thing about being early and I would
worry less if we were all together.
I glanced back at the bar and this time
Will caught my eye. Before I had to acknowledge him, I turned away, my
expression cold. Not wanting to stay inside a moment longer, I walked straight
out and up the stairs to the street outside. Deep, deep down, I hoped that I
didn't get stuck sitting next to him on the plane or anywhere else. Operation
get over that stupid crush on Will was in full swing and I didn't intend to
stop until this whole embarrassing thing was not even a blip on my radar.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
WILL
Zoe Granger was not the woman I was
expecting her to be.
On stage she was something fierce and
wild, but off stage she'd been awkward and almost nervous. When I'd spoken to
her earlier, it was like my mere presence made her uncomfortable. But when I
held her hand, a painful longing shot through me. She was a puzzle. A hard one
at that, and suddenly I wanted to solve her.
Exactly how I was going to do that when
she was obviously trying to avoid me at all costs was going to be difficult. By
now, she'd come to know about my completely uncalled for reputation and that
was probably the problem. It always was.
She talked with the support band and
the venue staff and from the bits I overheard, she was asking them tech
questions. I knew she was single. I knew that guy who'd yanked her away from me
at the gig at Cherry was Dee, her friend. I knew the other guys in the
band were single, too, but they all treated her like a sister. In fact, their
bass payer seemed to have a thing for their manager, Simone.
I had a clear shot, but I had to get
Zoe in the position where she wanted to talk to me. That was the bit I was having
trouble with.
Standing by the bar at the back of the
venue, I watched as she walked up to the merch table
and started talking to the blonde haired girl, Simone. Then Dean came along and
they all started talking and her face lit up. Dean must have said something she
wasn't sure about because her face flushed and she sunk back into her hair a
little. I wondered how it would feel to run my hands through it, coaxing her
out. The warmth of her body against mine. Just
thinking about it made me feel a little hard.
My line of sight was broken and I shook
my head, leaning back against the bar.
"Hey," a female voice said
and I looked up to find a girl had wedged herself between me
and some random guy who'd been standing at the bar .
She was tall and willowy with long
brown hair and was wearing tiny barely-there shorts with boots and a torn up
t-shirt. The kind of girl I'd drowned my sorrows in. The kind of girl that
always thought they had a chance at something more. The kind of girl I
didn't want.
She was flirting shamelessly with me,
so I led her on a little. Not cool on my part. The music wasn't that loud, but
I leant into her all the same, one eye on Zoe and some guys who'd stopped to
talk to her. I could have sworn she was watching me by the way her fist clenched
at her side. The girl in front of me said something else that didn't quite
register and I let my hand settle on her hip. Was I trying to make Zoe jealous?
The thought hadn't occurred to me that this might be a way to find out if she
was attracted to me or just unashamedly didn't
like me.
Now Zoe was blatantly staring at me
like I'd just stabbed her in the heart. I didn't stop to think about the fact
that I was hurting her, all I could see was that she
had some inkling of
Dee waived his hands around and if I wasn't so annoyed, it would have been comical.
"Sorry," he said. "All smited out."
"When you're ready, God ,
lets find Frank and Chris and blow this joint."
"And Simone," he drawled.
"She's staying at Frank's too."
We'd decided the best thing was for us
all to crash at Frank's tonight and go together to the airport in the morning.
He lived on the side of town near the freeway that went straight to Tullamarine . I had this thing about being early and I would
worry less if we were all together.
I glanced back at the bar and this time
Will caught my eye. Before I had to acknowledge him, I turned away, my
expression cold. Not wanting to stay inside a moment longer, I walked straight
out and up the stairs to the street outside. Deep, deep down, I hoped that I
didn't get stuck sitting next to him on the plane or anywhere else. Operation
get over that stupid crush on Will was in full swing and I didn't intend to
stop until this whole embarrassing thing was not even a blip on my radar.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
WILL
Zoe Granger was not the woman I was
expecting her to be.
On stage she was something fierce and
wild, but off stage she'd been awkward and almost nervous. When I'd spoken to
her earlier, it was like my mere presence made her uncomfortable. But when I
held her hand, a painful longing shot through me. She was a puzzle. A hard one
at that, and suddenly I wanted to solve her.
Exactly how I was going to do that when
she was obviously trying to avoid me at all costs was going to be difficult. By
now, she'd come to know about my completely uncalled for reputation and that
was probably the problem. It always was.
She talked with the support band and
the venue staff and from the bits I overheard, she was asking them tech
questions. I knew she was single. I knew that guy who'd yanked her away from me
at the gig at Cherry was Dee, her friend. I knew the other guys in the
band were single, too, but they all treated her like a sister. In fact, their
bass payer seemed to have a thing for their manager, Simone.
I had a clear shot, but I had to get
Zoe in the position where she wanted to talk to me. That was the bit I was having
trouble with.
Standing by the bar at the back of the
venue, I watched as she walked up to the merch table
and started talking to the blonde haired girl, Simone. Then Dean came along and
they all started talking and her face lit up. Dean must have said something she
wasn't sure about because her face flushed and she sunk back into her hair a
little. I wondered how it would feel to run my hands through it, coaxing her
out. The warmth of her body against mine. Just
thinking about it made me feel a little hard.
My line of sight was broken and I shook
my head, leaning back against the bar.
"Hey," a female voice said
and I looked up to find a girl had wedged herself between me
and some random guy who'd been standing at the bar .
She was tall and willowy with long
brown hair and was wearing tiny barely-there shorts with boots and a torn up
t-shirt. The kind of girl I'd drowned my sorrows in. The kind of girl that
always thought they had a chance at something more. The kind of girl I
didn't want.
She was flirting shamelessly with me,
so I led her on a little. Not cool on my part. The music wasn't that loud, but
I leant into her all the same, one eye on Zoe and some guys who'd stopped to
talk to her. I could have sworn she was watching me by the way her fist clenched
at her side. The girl in front of me said something else that didn't quite
register and I let my hand settle on her hip. Was I trying to make Zoe jealous?
The thought hadn't occurred to me that this might be a way to find out if she
was attracted to me or just unashamedly didn't
like me.
Now Zoe was blatantly staring at me
like I'd just stabbed her in the heart. I didn't stop to think about the fact
that I was hurting her, all I could see was that she
had some inkling of
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