“It was one time.” Jax laughed, his smile reaching the corners of his eyes. “You jerks will never let me live that down.”
“After Jax got his first car, he was so excited to come over and show it off that he took out our mailbox as he drove by waving with that goofy-ass grin on his face.” Dallas was laughing so hard he could hardly choke out the words. “He uprooted the entire mailbox.”
“It was on the Fourth of July, and our entire extended family was there in the front yard.” Derek howled. “We saweverything.”
I smirked. “That pedal tavern is looking better and better.”
“We should leave.” Jax shook his head, a sheepish smile on his face as Cash entered the room. “Before you guys make Liv regret agreeing to go anywhere with me.” My stomach began doing some sort of complicated gymnastics floor routine at the thought of being alone with Jax.
“I had fun hanging with you guys tonight.” Cash grinned. “Grace is a sweetheart, and that Ella is a pistol.”
“We had fun too.” I smiled.A pistol, huh?I made sure to add that to my mental notes for Ella tomorrow. “Do you guys get out to Nashville much?”
“All the time,” Derek answered. “We love Nashville. We’re here for work a lot.”
“Next time you guys are in town, you’ll have to stop by our bakery. Ella and I own Livvie Cakes Bakery and Cupcakery over in 12 South.We’ll load y’all up with cupcakes.”
Dallas’s eyes were wide as he pulled his golden blonde hair back into a ponytail. “Liv, are you telling me you make delicious desserts for a living? If you are, I take back everything I said. Don’t go with Jax. He’s the worst. Go with me instead.” He shot a joking glance at Jax, clearly trying to get a rise out of him. “AndI’m a good driver.”
“I’d love to come visit,” Cash said. “I’ll try to pop in before I head back to LA.”
“Alright, guys.” Jax placed his hands on my shoulders. “We’re going to get out of here.”
“I meant what I said about those cupcakes.” I waved to the guys, and Cash stepped forward to give me a hug. “It was great meeting y’all. Thanks for everything.”
“See you guys later. I’ll be by for cupcakes soon,” Dallas called out as Jax steered me out of the room.
“You need me?” The security guard that had gotten an earful earlier was propped outside the doorway.
“I don’t think so, man. Where we’re going, we should be okay,” Jax said. Where exactlywerewe going? “By the way, Liv, this is Brady. He’s part of our security team. He’s usually with me.”
“Nice to meet you, Liv.” He grinned at me, and my embarrassment from earlier came flooding back.
“Likewise.” I could feel the heat radiating off my cheeks.
“I’ll see you back at the hotel,” Jax called over his shoulder as he led me down the corridor toward the exit. He swung the door open, holding it for me. The cool night’s breeze helped melt away my embarrassment as I followed him down the sidewalk. A few feet beyond where their tour bus was parked, he stopped in front of a vehicle that could only be described as The Batmobile. “This is us.”
“When you said you wanted to make my night, I had no clue we were going to be fighting crime in Gotham City.” My eyes widened. “I left my superhero cape at home.”
His cheeks flushed as he looked down at the car that looked more like a movie prop than anything you could drive. “It’s a little much isn’t it?”
“I’m more concerned that we won’t be able to fit in it at the same time.” I laughed.
“I have this nerdy thing for exotic cars,” he admitted. “They’re way too impractical for me to ever own one, but sometimes when we have some time off, I like to rent one to see what it feels like.”
“What do you feel like driving this one?”
“A little like Batman to be honest.”
“Well, let’s get this show on the road, Bruce Wayne. The good people of Gotham are counting on us.”
He grinned at me as he clicked the key fob, causing the doors to scissor open. He gestured toward the passenger seat. “After you.” I got in, and he pushed the door, sliding it closed. I glanced around inside the car as he jogged over to the driver’s side.
The inside was so foreign to me that it may as well have been a spaceship taking us to the freaking moon. For as weird as the night had been, that could have been exactly what was happening, and I wouldn’t have even been surprised.
“So, where are we headed, Bruce? To the Batcave?” I raised my brow at him as he set the car in motion.
“Not quite.” He laughed. “I want to take you to one of my favorite places in Nashville, but we have one pitstop to make first.” He easily maneuvered through downtown without the use of a GPS and navigated the spaceship to the interstate with ease.
