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Randy flushed as Denver shook Juliet’s other hand. Juliet, however, grinned.
“I thought the same. My error there,” she said quietly, giving Randy a glance that made him forget he was embarrassed. “Look,” she said a moment later when Denver had wandered to her next victim. “Someone sent me flowers.”
He followed Juliet to a small table in the corner weighed down with white roses. At once, he knew who had sent them. “Tris,” he said into her hair.
“Yeah. He said he wishes he was here, and that we’re going to knock everyone dead.” She touched one of the petals and gave a wistful sigh. “Sweet.”
“It was. I should’ve thought of flowers.”
“You’re here.” She turned toward him and took the shirt and hoodie out of his hands. Eyes sparkling, she murmured, “Now strip.”
Letting out a laugh, he tugged his shirt over the back of his head. Juliet leaned forward and pressed her hand to his bare chest, placing a loud kiss on his pecs. “Just staking my territory.”
“Stake away. It’s all yours.”
She smiled and helped him put on the Warning Sign shirt, laughing more than a little when his arms bulged at the seams.
“Told him he had muscles,” Denver said, wandering past with her arm around Elle’s shoulders.
Elle gave Juliet a pleading wide-eyed look, but Juliet just snuggled up against Randy in his too small shirt and grinned. “He does. All over.”
“Jesus,” Randy muttered, barely resisting a shudder.
“God, you’re adorable. It’s so fun to tease you.” Juliet turned the sweatshirt around and checked the tag. “Aww, you bought me a hoodie for my own band?”
“Hush up, Reece, and put it on.” He dragged it over her head as she sputtered. “There’s a method to my madness. Wanted to show you something. Not sure if you’ve seen it yet.”
Her head popped through the hole. “Oh, there’s something I want to see all righ
t, and I’ve not only seen it, I’ve kissed it and made it mine.” As laughter broke out around them, she shoved her arms through the sleeves. At his stern expression, she sighed. “Okay, okay. What is it?”
Saying nothing, he steered her out of the dressing room and into the poster room where band posters covered the walls.
Her laughter immediately vanished and she reached up to grip his hand on her shoulder. “What is this?”
“Every band who sells out The Fillmore gets a special poster made for them. They don’t put every one up on the wall anymore, because they ran out of room.”
“Wow, look at these.” She reached up to press her fingers to the edge of the framed posters. “Third Eye Blind. George Thorogood and the Destroyers. Violent Femmes. Gregg Allman. Holy crap.” She scanned the walls, then glanced back at him as he tugged her hood up. “No one knows who I am.”
“They will.” Holding the sides of the hood, he lowered his mouth to hers. He felt a little like a vampire feeding off her energy rather than her blood. Her excitement hummed between them until she whirled away to race to the next wall. “So fucking cool,” she breathed, staring up at the wall as reverently as if she were in church.
“You’ll be up there someday soon.”
She reached up to squeeze his fingers on her shoulder. “Thank you for showing me this.” She gave him a sideways glance. “For believing in me.”
“I do. So much.”
On the walk back to the dressing room, he caught more than a few people watching them laugh and hold hands and generally act like a sappy couple. Guilt laced through the pleasure of gripping her hand in his, and he tugged out his phone.
He needed to try to explain about the magazine article to Tris. To make sure this was okay. If it wasn’t, if the stories in the press about him and Juliet bothered his best friend, somehow they’d figure out how to make it right.
Fixing things was his specialty. Except this didn’t feel broken. On the contrary, what the three of them had found was the closest to perfect he’d ever felt.
“It’s not an O, but still pretty amazing.” She smiled up at him as they reached the chaos of her dressing room. “Thanks for coming up to see me. I know it makes you nervous to leave the board.”
“I wanted to see you.” Dragging her closer, he kissed her as Molly slammed a closet door behind them.
“Nice for you to rejoin us, Jules. We’re only due onstage in five minutes.”
