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Another thing he’d wondered about more than once. Just why did Denver have such a spy routine down pat? She trusted nothing. Not banks or anything on the grid. It was as if she were in hiding, and he had no idea from what.
Or who.
“She’s all business. Used to be you were too. Love changes a guy, I guess.” West opened the door and grinned at Ryan, ducking as he tossed a toothbrush from the sink at his retreating back.
The hot-pink toothbrush landed on the floor outside the door and a shriek immediately lanced Ryan’s ears.
“You asshole!”
Molly’s. Whoops.
“Sorry,” he called out before starting to laugh as water splashed his hands. He’d almost fo
rgotten the damn faucet.
Distracted much? Nah.
Maybe love had changed him. Or living with this pack of lunatics. Probably both.
And tonight, he’d get to attend a concert that wasn’t his with his girl. Didn’t get much better than that.
Chapter Fourteen
“You’re going to get spotted.”
Ryan hipchecked her and kept walking, pulling his ball cap a little lower on his brow. “No, we won’t. Look at us. Not a bit of glitter eyeshadow to be found. We’re practically unrecognizable.”
Denver glanced at the rest of the group in front of them. There was no denying they’d all taken care with their appearances. They’d waited to show up until dusk, a disguise of its own at a dusty, crowded fair. Everyone was decked out in tank tops, faded jeans, sneakers, and ball caps, and for the ladies, little makeup and ponytails. They were doing their best to blend in as regular people, and so far, they seemed to be doing a good job.
Except for the whole traveling-in-a-pack thing, though already the band was breaking up into little factions. Lo and West were far in front, because she was on the search for her friend Professor Ethan, who they were meeting soon. Behind them, Michael was strolling along with Elle on one side and Molly on the other. Jules and Randy were in the middle, stopping at every game booth to point out something or another. Mal was off to the side, thumbing through stuff on his phone and occasionally glancing up to glare at whatever fool was dumb enough to bump into him or cross his path.
She and Ry were bringing up the rear, so far back they were barely with the rest of the crew. So yeah, they were together, but not. Much better for not getting spotted. All it took was one overzealous fan to call them out and their ruse was over.
So far, so good.
But Denver was worried. Lately, it seemed as if worrying was all she did, especially when it came to being recognized. That she wasn’t the one on the hot seat this time didn’t tamp down on her nerves.
“You’re not enjoying this at all.” Ryan slipped his hand in the back pocket of her jeans and tugged her against his side, leaning down to brush a kiss against her temple. “This is supposed to be fun.”
When she bristled, he sighed. “No one is paying attention to us. We’re at a fair, Den. And we’re friends. The band has seen us hug before.”
“And kiss?” she retorted.
“Sure. I kiss your ass all the time.”
She poked him in his stupidly rock-hard abs and fought a smile. “One of us has to be practical. If the band gets noticed, who do you think will have to go running for the getaway bus?”
“Us, because I’m not letting you out of my sight tonight.”
Her skin warmed. It was almost impossible for her not to react to every sweet word he said or his quick, hot glances. He affected her in a way no other man but—
Nope. That wasn’t for tonight. Wasn’t for any day ever again. The past was dead, and she was with Ryan. At least for tonight, she could be with him without barriers or boundaries or fear.
She owed him that much.
“Think I need a bodyguard, Waters?” She gave in to the urge to tip her head against his shoulder.
He made her feel small in all the best ways. As if he could overpower her at any time, but she’d enjoy it. He never used his power to control her in ways she didn’t like.
