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“Fine.” His voice came out with a snap, causing the three men to focus back on him. “You can have the night off. You can even have tomorrow off. But then it’s back to business. The label’s going to be pissed if they’ve organized the studio and time with Talia and we don’t get this finished.”
“No problem, dude. Don’t stress. We’ll get it done. Now fucking hang up and pay some attention to your woman. You both look like you could do with some relaxation.”
“Yeah, you guys should definitely relax tonight. In fact, you should make sure you relax multiple times.” Caleb laughed.
Assholes. He ignored their smirks. “I’ll see you in a couple of days.” He hung up before they could make another dumbass comment.
Cassie came and sat down on the couch next to him. The intoxicating scent of her body wash wafted over to him, and he did his best to ignore her proximity. And the sudden vision of what she could do to help him relax.
“I’m sorry if I interrupted you,” she said.
“It wasn’t you. They just needed a break.” He rubbed at the tightness in his neck.
“I think you probably need one too. You do look tense.”
His eyes drifted over to her again. She made it hard to look away, sitting there looking completely innocent but still so damn tempting.
His very own fallen angel.
“You going to help me with that?” he asked, then silently cursed himself. Something about Cassie just made him act without thinking. Still, he was pleased with the way her creamy skin turned pink.
Zac cleared his throat and stood, walking over to the wet bar. “You want something?” he asked as casually as he could.
“Yes, please. Just a vodka, thanks.”
He nodded and poured them both a drink, then carried the glasses back to the couch. She scooted to the end and leaned against the armrest, tucking one foot up underneath her. When he handed her the glass, her fingers brushed his, whispering across his skin in an accidental caress that sent a bolt of heat through him. Jesus, it was like he was fifteen again.
He sat down as far away from her as he could and took a sip of his drink, closing his eyes to savor the burn of the bourbon sliding down his throat.
When he opened them again, Cassie was watching him, a small smile on her lips. He raised his brows.
“So, I know you like karaoke, but what else does a famous rock star do when he’s not on stage, writing his next hit album, or, you know, kissing random guitar techs in night clubs.” Her eyes sparkled, and he liked this more relaxed, playful side of her.
“Sometimes I mix it up and kiss a drum tech.”
She laughed. “I wondered why Pete looked so happy a couple of weeks ago.”
Pete, Noah’s drum tech, was grizzled, fifty-something, and covered in tattoos that looked like he’d inked them on himself. Zac grinned. “Lucky the media didn’t get a hold of those photos. The view wouldn’t be half as nice right now.”
There was that blush again. She looked down at the tumbler of vodka resting on her thigh. Her thumb traced the side of the glass in a caress he could almost feel on his skin.
Zac put his own tumbler down on the coffee table a little too hard and reached for the guitar. He needed something to do with his hands to keep from reaching for her.
He picked out a simple melody. “What about you? What do you do to relax?”
“Okay, Mister Private, don’t answer my question.”
He heard the amusement in her voice and his lips curved in response.
“I like to read,” she said.
He nodded. He’d seen her with her e-reader a few times on the bus. “What do you read?”
“I can’t turn down a good thriller.”
“Hmm. Okay, what else do you like to do?”
“I enjoy gardening,” she said. “Back h-home I have planter boxes out on the balcony.” He didn’t miss the stumble overhome.It reminded him that her life was in turmoil at the moment. “One day I’d like to have a garden. A big one. Full of flowers.” She smiled self-consciously. “Maybe a vegetable patch.”
