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The intercom on the gate buzzes and he glares over at the door. ‘Who the fuck is that?’ He hits the button on the speaker. ‘Yeah?’
‘Wehey! It’s your loyal band, oh-esteemed-leader. Open the gate!’
Tate curses as he turns to look at Chloe again. ‘Okay, so it appears I completely forgot the rest of the band were coming over tonight.’
‘It’s fine. I probably should head back to Gran’s anyway.’
‘I’m not saying you should go. I’d like you to stay and maybe get to know them a little better.’ He pulls her into his arms and runs his thumb over her lips. ‘Besides, you promised we’d try out my bed after lunch. I’m holding you to that.’
‘Well, if you insist.’
He kisses her, groaning as he stops before he gets carried away. ‘Okay, you get that sexy ass of yours over the far side of the room. Any closer and I’m going to have to take you upstairs.’
Chloe laughs and nods to the window. ‘Too late for that. Would you let them in already? Gregg is going to do himself serious damage if you don’t.’
Tate follows where she’s pointing and curses. Gregg is half way over his wall but looks like he’s stuck. ‘Idiot. He’s got a fucking remote for the gate. Are you really sure you want me to let them in? He’s not over yet - there’s still time to change your mind. Or I could set the dogs on him.’
‘You don’t have dogs.’
He leans on the sink and shakes his head as Gregg drops into the garden, landing in a thick hedge under the wall. Tate silently watches his friend as he tries to right himself but Gregg is well and truly embedded in the hedge and seems to be struggling to extract himself. ‘I really should get myself some dogs.’
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Chloe stretches out on the couch and listens to the laughter coming from upstairs. After a brief hello the guys had bundled Tate up to the studio to work on the intro to one of the songs they couldn’t get right at the recording this morning.
She’s looking forward to spending more time with them. She’d read a little about them online, but as with the information about Tate, it’s difficult to tell fact from fiction.
From what she can make out, Luke also has a girlfriend, but Dillon and Gregg are single. She’s seen a few pictures of Luke and Pippa at various events. Luke’s girlfriend is stunning. In every single photo she’s beautifully dressed and her hair and make-up perfect. She hasn’t found an unflattering picture of her. Clearly she’s got the hang of dating someone in the public eye.
‘Chloe?’
She turns and sees Tate at the top of the stairs. ‘Hey. Are you done?’
‘Nearly. Can I borrow you for a minute?’
‘Sure.’
She follows him up to the studio and frowns when she steps through the door. Dillon, Gregg, and Luke are in the inner room. If she didn’t know any better, she’d swear they were ready to perform. Tate leads her over to the vast leather couch against the wall and crouches down in front of her. ‘Do you fancy a private concert?’
Her heart beats rapidly in her chest as she looks around at the other guys. ‘Really?’
Tate shrugs. ‘Thought you might like to see us in action.’
‘I’d love that, but you were in the studio all morning. If you don’t fancy—’
Dillon holds up his hand. ‘Stop right there. We don’t do this for the fame and fortune.’
‘Speak for yourself,’ Luke interrupts. ‘I’m all about the fame and fortune.’
‘Yeah well you have to be. That woman of yours isn’t cheap.’
Luke flicks him the bird. ‘At least I have her. You still sleeping alone, Dillon?’
‘Hell yes. Footloose and fancy free, mate. Getting off point a bit,’ Dillon continues. ‘While the fame and fortune works as whopping great incentives, if we hadn’t got signed, we’d still be doing this.’ He looks around the room and smirks. ‘Although we wouldn’t be in a custom-built studio. We’d be back in one of the barns on Tate’s parents’ farm. Fucking hay always made me sneeze.’
Tate gets to his feet and picks up a guitar from the rack by the wall. ‘Yeah. That was more than a bit distracting.’ He smirks over at Chloe. ‘So, we were thinking about a few songs you might know and a couple from the new album. I’ll finish up on the piano. Give you a chance to see what a kickass teacher your gran has.’
Chloe tries to keep the ridiculous grin from her face but absolutely knows she’s failing miserably. Seeing him playing the piano with the rest of the guys is exciting her more than it probably should. ‘Sounds amazing. Thank you.’
