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“Many of the nonprofit organizations around the country are struggling to raise funds right now, which means there are more people out there going hungry. There are more LGBT youth on the streets, unable to get the help they need. It means funding for the arts has been slashed. So many out there need our help, so we’ve put together a fundraiser at the Lyons arena tomorrow night, and we’ve invited some of the biggest names in entertainment to help us out.”
“I’ve seen the list, and can I just say, the fact that you’ve got Trent Knox and his old band Fallen Angel co-headlining seems like a massive feat.”
Ace chuckled. “It’ll definitely be worth the price of admission to see them share the stage, that’s for sure.”
My eyes grew wide, and Solo jerked his head in my direction.
“Did he say—”
“Sharing the stage…?” I said. “Oh shit. Get those damn tickets.”
“It sounds like the Christmas Jingle Ball is going to be the can’t-miss event of the year,” the deejay said. “And you’re here to give a lucky fan the chance to be there.”
“That’s the plan. We’ve got a couple of VIP tickets up for grabs, which includes meet-and-greets with all the entertainers.”
“Yourself included?”
“You know it.”
“Well, let’s get this thing rolling. Callers, get ready.”
I stopped breathing as Solo’s finger hovered over the call button, the number to the radio line already typed out on the screen of his cell.
“Ace, what’s the lucky number tonight?”
“Let’s go with…twenty-four.”
“All right, you heard the man. We’ll take caller twenty-four starting…now.”
Solo hit the call button and cursed. “Busy.” I watched as he dialed again and again, until the deejay said, “All right, we’ve hit the magic number. Caller twenty-four, what’s your name and where are you from?”
With a look in his eyes that broke my heart, Solo glanced up at me and shook his head. As he lowered the phone, I reached over to rub his back.
“You tried. It’s the thought that counts.” I pressed a kiss to his temple and could feel a deep sigh emanating out of him. “Thank you.”
Solo opened his mouth to respond, and then frowned, looking over at the radio.
“Caller? Did we lose you?” the deejay said. “Yep, we lost them. Let’s try this again. Caller twenty-four, these VIP tickets are yours.”
Without hesitation, Solo dialed the number again, and this time—
“Caller twenty-four, what’s your name and where are you from?”
Solo’s mouth fell open as he faced me and pointed at the phone. “Mateo Morgan, Mesamir, California. Holy sh—” The rest of his words were bleeped out, and Solo shook his head. “Oh, right. My bad. Holy, uh…crap.” I shot him a look, and he shrugged. “What? I can say crap.”
Laughter filtered through the speakers, and then the deejay said, “Congratulations, Mateo, you’ve picked up a pair of VIP tickets courtesy of the man sitting across from me. Say hello to Ace Locke.”
For a moment, I wasn’t sure Solo was going to say anything at all, which might’ve been a first in the time I’d known him. The guy had a response for everything, even when you wished he didn’t.
I hit his leg. “Say something.”
That seemed to knock some sense into him, because then he gave a lazy smile and said, “Ace Locke, how the hell are ya?”
“Doin’ well, thanks. Congrats on scoring the tickets. It’s gonna be a good time.”
“Any idea who you’ll be bringing with you?” the deejay asked.
“I guess I’ll have to prowl the bars for someone— Ow.” Solo rubbed the spot on his arm where I’d punched him. “On second thought, I should probably bring my boyfriend or I’ll come home to all my stuff out on the lawn.”
“Wise man,” the deejay said as Solo stood up and then straddled my lap, a wicked smirk on his face.
“Well, I’m looking forward to having a drink with you guys,” Ace said.
Solo ground his hips over mine and nodded. “Oh, we’re definitely looking forward to coming.” He winked. “Thanks again, Ace.”
I couldn’t tell if the blood rushing through my veins was because of the fact that we’d be meeting some of the hottest—and biggest—entertainers in the world tomorrow, or if it was courtesy of the man stroking my dick to full mast.
“Mateo, stay on the line and we’ll grab your information.”
“Sure thing.” He leaned in, brushing his lips against mine, and then whispered, “Merry Christmas, Panther.”
Two
Logan
“REMIND ME AGAIN why I agreed to this?” I reached for the gin and tonic the bartender had just slid across the counter, then turned to follow Tate to an empty table that overlooked the busy tarmac outside.
It was Friday afternoon, and we were heading out of town for the weekend to some Christmas charity event Ace and Dylan were hosting. He’d called up with two tickets reserved just for us, and unfortunately, the lure of sun over snow had been just the right carrot to dangle in front of my husband. Hence, I was now seated in a bar overlooking a busy runway.
