We exchange pleasantries for a minute, then I spend the next hour meeting people, taking pictures, and signing autographs. I’ve never been so grateful for a small crowd of fans before, but it still doesn’t feel soon enough before we’re down to the last couple of people.
As soon as we’re done, I’m dying with anticipation to get out of there. I give my bandmates a quick wave, not missing Roberto’s meaningful look when he reminds me of our schedule tomorrow.
“Don’t forget we’re due down in Victoria at noon tomorrow for a radio interview, and a photo shoot for Celeb Magazine, then the float plane to Vancouver leaves at four so you can be in the city in time for the Saints Awards.”
I stifle a groan. Seeing Emma again made me forget how packed our schedule is.
“Right. Fine. But listen, can you move things around and get me some time off, a week maybe?”
He looks at me closely, his eyes narrowed. “What’s up with the girl, Nash?”
I don’t know how to tell him; hell, I don’t even understand it myself. All I know is I need more time with Emma. I need to know what this is between us, and what it can become.
“She’s…special. Can you get me the time or not?” I ask gruffly.
Roberto nods. “Yeah. I’ll get you a week off when I can.”
I clap my hand to his shoulder. “You’re the best, man. Thanks.”
He shrugs off my hand, and rolls his eyes with a smirk. “Just keep payin’ me the big bucks and we’ll be fine.”
I take off to where my miracle worker of a manager has a car waiting for me and climb inside. When I go to open my phone, intent on sending Emma a message, I realize something. I don’t even have her number.
With a chuckle, I lean back against the cool leather car seat. It’s insane that I feel so strongly about someone I know so little about.
But I’m going to change that.
Chapter three
Emma
This is crazy. Completely fucking crazy. How did I go from wandering around a summer festival to sitting in the back seat of an Escalade being driven to Nash Parker’s hotel? I pull out my phone and call Allie to check in.
“Why the hell are you phoning me? You should be naked by now.”
I snort with laughter. “Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not. He had to do a meet and greet. I’m…I’m in a car, going back to his hotel room.”
Nothing but silence comes down the line for half a minute, then my best friend lets out a loud whoop of excitement. “Get it, girl!
When she settles down, we talk for a few more minutes until the car pulls up at the hotel in the nearby town of Westport.
“Oh my God, I’m at the hotel. Am I really doing this?” I bite my lip as I’m suddenly filled with nerves.
“Yes, you are. You are Emma Walters. You are confident, strong, and sexy as fuck. And Nash Parker wantsyou.Stop freaking out, enjoy your second one-night stand with a hot musician and call me in the morning.”
My lips turn up at the way she describes mine and Nash’s relationship. But at almost the exact same moment my heart drops. Is that all this is? Another one-night stand, and nothing more?
“And Emma, don’t lose your heart to this guy just because he gives good orgasms, okay?”
Allie’s intuition is impressive. She’s always been able to read me, apparently even from a distance.
“I won’t. I can’t. He’s a world-famous musician and I’m a self-employed graphic designer. Our lives are so different, there’s no way this could ever work as anything more than some crazy fling.”
No way. I just hope it’s not hard to remember this when he’s standing in front of me, all six feet of him with that tousled hair, chiseled jaw, and sexy smoulder.
“Okay, I’m going in.”
We say goodbye and I put my phone into my purse. Then I get out and walk inside the hotel lobby. I can see why he’s staying here and not at the motel in Dogwood Cove where Allie and I have a room. The motel is cute, don’t get me wrong. But it’s not exactly fit for a star.
