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She was going to need to roll Bad Bella in a rug, wrap her in duct tape and toss her into the river. Because that wasn’t happening. Her calories were going to just going to have to be worked off the hard way. With her evil Pi-Yo videos.
She lifted her silverware and took the plunge. A moment later the smoky oriental flavor and perfectly cooked chicken made her look up at him. “Wow.”
“I know, right?” He lifted his wine glass. “To Mrs. Nelson.”
She clinked her glass with his. “To Mrs. Nelson.” She took another bite, then moved onto the sweet potato of carb death—which was just as divine—and swished her wine glass as she chewed and swallowed. “Okay, tell me about this plan of yours.”
His shoulders relaxed as he sliced and ate with all the grace and manners of an embassy table. She hadn’t exactly been expecting him to hunch over his plate and use his hands, but the impeccable table skills actually gave her a few flashbacks to dinners at home.
“I’ve been calling in a few favors. Friends that are willing to come in and sing or play. Lindsey York and Johnny Cage already agreed to come in early and do the extra shows. Lindz will be here for rehearsals tomorrow night.”
Bella sat back in her chair. “Really?”
“Yeah. They want the exposure. My assistant will do a social media blast and special ticket sales. All proceeds to the King Foundation. I’ll cover whatever costs come up with the last minute tickets. And my manager will likely have my ass for it, but it’ll be worth it for the kids.”
Her head spun with plans. Maybe the extra shows would actually be good for the town. Increasing the musical bill would bring in more people. “Security is going to be a mess.”
“I’ll cover—”
“Yes, so you’ve said. But can we get the security on such short notice, that’s the question?”
“I know a firm in the city. They’re discreet and flexible.”
“All right. I’ll leave it in your capable hands.” She picked up her knife. “Don’t make me regret this.”
He grinned. “I knew we’d make this work.”
She sighed. “I don’t really have a choice in the matter.”
“It’s going to be great.”
“I’ve heard that a few times—usually just before disaster strikes.”
Logan laughed and took another bite of chicken. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”
“Generally in the books I read.”
He lifted her bottle of wine and refilled her glass.
She was too slow to stop him from pouring. “I don’t—”
“Might as well finish it.”
“You’re not the one that has to drive home.”
“You can crash here if you’re worried about it.”
She paused with her fork to her mouth. “Excuse me?”
“I’ve got four extra bedrooms upstairs. The guys always stay here when we record.”
“Oh. I didn’t realize you do your real recording here.”
“Studio space is hellishly expensive. I figured it would be better to just have my own spot where I can record as long and as late as I want.”
She looked down at her plate, surprised to see she’d finished everything, including two helpings of salad. Her bottle of wine was long dead.
They discussed the three different nights and the other musicians he’d invited that had yet to get back to him. He’d listed some famous, some on their way to famous, and still others that had been around for as long as she could remember. His eyes lit and his hands became animated as he explained just what he wanted to do.
