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I shrugged. “The other guys in the band were great. Who knows with Larry? He’s an asshole so he’ll probably talk shit about me given the chance.”
“Noted.”
“We’re going out,” Kingston said, coming over to us. “You guys coming?”
“I probably shouldn’t,” Sasha said, glancing over at Axel, her bodyguard. “It’s too complicated for me to be in a busy night club. But you guys have a good time.”
“I’m in,” I told Kingston, my eyes lingering on his face a little longer than necessary.
Was it wrong to be so attracted to someone you couldn’t help but stare whenever they were close?
Was it normal to understand something was wrong intellectually but want it anyway?
Was there any chance in hell I’d be able to resist him if we continued to spend time together?
I’d been managing to ignore the pull between us, but I’d screwed up tonight by having an intense moment that sent me to the one place I wasn’t supposed to be—his arms. Luckily, everyone had written it off as post-gig emotions, but I knew better. My subconscious had done what my rational mind wouldn’t allow and now I was going to have to figure out what to do about it.
17
Kingston
The look in Devyn’s eyes was impossible to ignore.
Resistance, as Star Trek fans would say, was futile.
She might not be willing to act on it, but it seemed like we were fighting a losing battle. The pull between us was so strong I was a little worried everyone in the room could see it.
A quick look around told me they couldn’t. Everyone was distracted with the excitement of the show and this new era for the band. Personally, I was torn between wanting to share in that excitement and dragging Devyn somewhere private we could talk. That wasn’t going to happen, though, because the room was filling up with friends, family, and the highly curated list of journalists we’d agreed to give access to us.
Before I could come up with a plan, I was surrounded by people clamoring to talk to me, and Devyn disappeared in a throng of journalists looking to talk to her. I’d have to wait until we headed out to have any one-on-one time with her, but after the way she’d thrown herself into my arms after the gig, it seemed like it was time to have another conversation. The one we’d had at my condo that night felt a bit outdated now. Or something. It was hard to think because I was distracted as hell.
As frustrated as I was on a personal level, it was a good night professionally. We’d managed to have a successful first show without Carter, and I was looking forward to the European tour. Everyone had great things to say about us in general and Devyn’s performance in particular, which was exactly what we’d been hoping for.
Sasha put a gentle hand on my arm. “I’m going to take off—band meeting Monday morning.”
“All right. Thanks for everything.” I gave her a hug and then caught Grim’s eye.
“What’s up, King?” He was instantly at my side.
“I need you to call for the limo so we can get out of here.”
“Where are we heading?” he asked knowingly.
“I don’t know yet. Maybe the Light Box.” That was a trendy new dance club and whiskey bar that was all the rage. We wouldn’t have a lot of privacy, but this wasn’t a night for that. Tonight, the band needed to see and be seen. We wanted the whole world to know that we were still on top and nothing was going to change that. Not a new bass player, not some negative press by a snarky journalist, and certainly not the loss of one of our founding members. We’d never forget him, but we couldn’t let his memory eclipse what we were going to do going forward either.
“Light Box?” Kellan asked knowingly as he joined us.
I nodded. “You wanna?”
“Hell yeah. We can dance and they have champagne.”
Two of his favorite things.
“Let’s tell everybody,” I said under my breath. “We want this to be a big night.”
“I’m on it.”
If anyone could spread the word about a party, it was Kellan. We all liked to party, but he could be trusted to take anything and everything to the next level. Always. Which was saying something.
