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No way he knows.
He shoots me a wink when his sight levels back on mine, his attention moving back to the opening elevator doors.
“Right.” His palm finds mine to escort me out onto the main floor of the hotel.
Does he know? Can you tell?
Trying my best to be subtle, I attempt to check out my reflection in any and every shiny surface we pass along the wide passage to the ballroom where the awards are taking place.
I see it, but I know that it’s there.
“C’mon, you look fine!” Aurora nudges me with an elbow to the ribs as we enter the large doors to the expansive space set up for just the event we’re attending.
It’s gorgeous.
“Thanks, sis,” I mutter as I take in the fancy centerpieces, fresh flowers adorning the tables and walls.
Glints of silvers and golds meld into the décor, accentuating the dark greens and crisp whites against the cathedral-esque architecture.
A great place for a wedding if we hadn’t already chosen the beach.
I swipe my damp palms along the skirt of my dress and meet a set of blue-green eyes that see right into my soul. My mouth waters and dries at the same time, knowing that I need to tell him but also not wanting to steal any spotlight.
I’ve piggybacked off them enough.
In fact, I’m able to be here tonight because my studio is so successful, I’ve been able to hire an entire staff that keeps the place running while I sit back and watch.
Except I can’t sit without working so …
So, I gave myself permission to work on my passion projects. The special ones that take more time and meticulousness. The ones that allow me to not be stuck behind the sewing machine for 20 hours straight.
“You’re breathtaking, babe.” Rex’s whispered words tickle my ear as we stop at our assigned table, and he pulls out the seat for me to settle my ass into.
The ass that’s grown
He’s gotta fucking know.
No way he doesn’t know after this morning.
“Thank you,” I whisper back, a slight flush rising on my skin, as he takes the seat next me to me and slides his hand onto my thigh. I grasp at him there, unable to keep from touching him so long as he’s with me.
The smile he answers me with has my own grin growing.
“So is he gonna win or what?” Toby’s words break into our little bubble and draw my attention.
“Of course he is,” Mac answers smoothly, a gentle shrug accompanying his words. “Banger’s guy ain’t shit.”
Cedar’s nose crinkles at the mention of theotherband, Toby pretending to spit on their name and garnering a few odd glances from old biddies seated around us.
Suits him well.
I glance at the patrons that fill in around us and realize my table is full of the misfits, the oddballs covered in tattoos and extra hardware aside from one other group seated just to the left of the stage.
The Bangers.
A rival band from the south that made their headway just after As Above rocketed to stardom.
Or so I’ve been told.
