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I feel important to this man, who’s surrounded by some of the most important and influential people in his world.
My heart is pounding by the time that all of the events wrap up, and the event staff starts transitioning the space for the night’s concert and slowly bringing out the massive, star-shaped, rotating stage.
During the break, our little group goes out into the main gathering space that’s reserved for everyone in our section. Alvie takes us around, introducing us to more people, but when his fellow cowboys start coming up to us, he and Bex grow tense.
“I don’t like them flirting with you,” Bex grumbles as one of the very cute bull riders walks away.
“Oh? You don’t like when they smile at me? Linger a little too long when they shake my hand?” I say, stepping a little farther into her space, pinning her between Alvie and me. “Or maybe it’s when they scan my body with that hungry look in their eyes.”
“Yeah. That.” Bex pouts.
I laugh in that tipsy, carefree way I only can when I’ve had a bit too much to drink. “Don’t worry, I much prefer when you’re giving me that look, ma’am.”
Reaching out, I brush my fingers down the arm hanging at her side before giving her hand a squeeze and stepping back.
Her smile that I so enjoy returns to her face, but when I look over her shoulder, Alvie’s scowl is still fixed in place.
“Any of these guys give you trouble, bunny, and I’ll have them by their throats,” he rumbles lowly.
A shiver travels down my spine, and I find myself enjoying this protective, almost possessive side of Alvie.
The announcer’s deep voice comes over the speakers, saying that the concert will begin soon, and our group turns to head back to our box.
Alvie walks closely behind Bex and me as we move. When I stumble a little over my own feet, he grabs me by the waist and pulls me into him to steady me before plucking my drink out of my hand.
“Nope. You’re cut off.” he warns when I turn back to pout at him. “If you’re gonna stay for the concert, you’ve got to drink a bottle of water and eat something.”
“Oooooh. Funnel cake!” Selene cries.
“Real food, luna,” Gunnar growls. “And water.” He turns us all around and herds us to our seats in the box with Alvie’s help.
“Y’all are no fun,” I whine, but I let Alvie direct me into my seat despite my protest.
The guys return with plates full of barbeque, which is way more appealing than my ego wants it to be, and, of course, water.
The lights dim and I can see a truck pull out with people in the bed, who I presume are the artists for the night. When the lights come up, there are three men—brothers—standing on the stage.
“Oh my god!” I squeal, turning to Selene. “You didn’t tell me who’s performing tonight!”
She lets out a full laugh. “I wanted it to be a surprise!”
Alvie looks between us, confused. “I don’t understand.”
“Oh man. I had the biggest crush on these guys when I was in middle school.” I gape at him. “Year 3000 is probably my grandma’s least favorite song of all time. I had it on repeat so much.”
“It’s a classic.” Bex chuckles. “I like their newer stuff too.”
“Even I’ll give you that,” Gunnar chimes in. “They’re just fun.”
“Right?” I squeak. “I was convinced I was going to marry one of them . . . Maybe I still have a chance with the youngest brother?”
Alvie’s eyes narrow at me, and Bex’s expression flattens.
“What?” I ask.
“Just . . . no,” Bex says.
When the first chords to the band’s newest hit fill the stadium, my attention is completely absorbed in the performance.
