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When she slipped it into the back pocket of her skintight jeans and shot him a dazzling smile, he decided apparently not.
“Share with a girl?”
Something about the question rose his hackles. Sharing was his life lately, but it definitely wasn’t his natural way of being. Still, he gave her an easy smile. “Sure thing.”
“You’ve got some muscles on you.” She pinched his biceps, not stepping back even when he had to dig out his wallet. “You’re not in the band, but you have that band smell on you. Who are you? Rigger? A&R? Roadie?”
He paid for his stuff and raised a brow when the pretty brunette touched him again. “I’m in the crew, yeah. But no, I can’t get you in to see the band, even if you pat my chest and tell me I’m pretty. Sorry.”
Her smile transformed her face from cute to damn close to beautiful. Wide, heavily fringed pale brown eyes met his knowingly. “You’re more than pretty. I wasn’t lying about the muscles. But yeah, I’d love to meet the band, seeing as I’m going to be driving their asses all over God’s green earth for the next however how long. Denver Casey.” She stuck out a hand and he took it, unsurprised at her firm grip. “So you gonna give me a name?”
“Sparks Pruitt,” he said after a moment, feeling more than a little ridiculous at using his nickname. But Juliet had christened him with it, so he wanted to use it.
He was so freaking gone for her.
“Let me guess. Lights?”
“Yeah.”
“New on the crew?”
“No, I’m the lighting director.”
“Hmm, fancy. Well, I’m just the bus driver, but you’d be surprised what kind of tricks I can do behind one of those big ass suckers.” Still holding his hand, she tugged him toward the stairs to the second level. “I was heading up to the dressing room. You too?”
He was baffled by Denver’s friendliness. There was being pleasant and then there was acting like they were old pals ten seconds after meeting.
And dammit, he’d wanted that bumper sticker.
“What happened to Stew? He was just on the bus this morning,” he said, following her up the stairs.
“Stew is in the stew, if you catch my drift. He’s been drinking pretty heavily and today on his off hours, he got picked up for a DUI.”
“In what? The band bus?”
“He met a lady in a bar and drove her car for an afternoon tryst. Whilst in route, they ran over a pigeon and crashed into a guardrail.”
“A pigeon? Really?” He didn’t laugh because it was funny, but because he had no idea if she was bullshitting him. She seemed like the prankster type.
“Swear to God.” She kissed two fingers and lifted them to the sky, then turned at the top of the stairs and went right to the dressing room. Pulling him along, of course.
“Hey there, people,” Denver called out, knocking on the door. “Coming through.”
“Hang on—” Sparks began, trying to detangle his hand from her now rock-solid grip as she barreled into the dressing room.
He wasn’t quick enough to miss how Juliet leaped up from the couch—and stopped dead when she saw his hand enfolded in Denver’s.
Screw finesse.
Yanking it free of Denver’s hold, he walked straight to Juliet and hauled her up on her tiptoes. And kissed the hell out of her while the room erupted into cheers.
The loudest belonging to Denver, of course.
“Not into public displays, huh?” Juliet murmured against his lips as she pulled back a fraction. But she grasped a handful of his shirt and twisted the fabric between her knuckles as she peered over his shoulder. “Who is she? Do I have to maim her with my bare hands for touching you?”
Since she didn’t make any attempt to be quiet, Denver heard the questions. And laughed long and loud.
“I’m the new driver. Stew is in the tank. No maiming needed. He’s cute, but he has too many worry lines in his forehead. I only bounce on the uncomplicated ones.”
