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Lauren nodded. “Yes. That was me.”
“Huh.” West’s furrowed brow smoothed out and he grinned, letting her hand go just to hold his out again as if he wanted to shake. “Nice to meet you. You’re kind of a legend.”
Lauren blinked at West’s outstretched hand before glancing at Lila, who was about to freeze her in place with the force of her
stare.
Smiling weakly, Lauren nodded. “Um, thanks. So are you. But I probably shouldn’t shake. I don’t want her to slice off my fingers.”
“As you wish. But her bark is way worse than her bite, as long as you’ve had your shots.” West chuckled and slipped his hand in the pocket of his jeans, drawing her attention yet again to the fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt.
That was fine by her. He could just stay half naked forever.
Her gaze darted to the low-slung waistband of his jeans. What kind of treasures was he hiding in those? He wasn’t rocking the tight style some rockers preferred. She had a feeling that meant either he had nothing to brag about or else he had so much, he didn’t want to have the ladies hanging off his…parts.
“Eyes up here,” he said, clearly amused, and she flushed as she returned her gaze to his face.
Looked like an angel, but he obviously had a few devilish thoughts.
Just like you.
“West, you might find this entertaining, but I can assure you I do not. This woman is a threat to the safety of the band.”
Lauren held up her arms. “You can frisk me. I don’t have any weapons, I swear.”
That didn’t seem to improve Lila’s assessment of the situation. “Do I look to you like I go around frisking people?”
“No, but I’ve had a few dreams like that.” West’s serious tone made Lauren stifle a giggle. “She’s my best friend’s stepmother,” he added. “I’m practically family, so I can say inappropriate things.”
“No, you cannot.” Lila gripped her iPad against her chest and directed a glare at Lauren. “Did you or did you not agree to stay away from the band?”
Lauren thought back to the exact exchange. She didn’t want to misspeak. “I believe I agreed not to intentionally get within fifty feet of any of them, yes.”
Lila nodded smugly, but Lauren wasn’t quite finished.
“However, I was at my own seat, minding my own business—”
“Without your shirt,” Lila said. “Minding your own business wearing just your bra.”
Lauren jerked a shoulder. “I wasn’t the only one. Besides, I have very nice breasts.”
“Oh yes, you do,” West said under his breath. “I can vouch for that.”
“Why, thank you. They’re real.”
Lila cleared her throat. “We can stand here all day and debate the worth of your breasts, but I’d rather not. You said you were no threat to the band, and I took you at your word and did not file paperwork to legally prohibit you from—”
“So if I fuck one of them, does that mean I get cuffed?” Lauren asked. “Maybe a net will come down out of the ceiling to catch me mid-coitus? Just curious,” she added, holding up her hands palms out at Lila’s death glare.
West choked on a laugh and Lila directed her wrath at him. “This is your problem,” she said in a low voice. “You invited her back here. If she ends up causing issues, your head is the one going to be on the platter.”
Lila stalked away, her red heels clicking smartly.
Lauren swallowed, more rattled than she wanted to acknowledge. She really didn’t like being yelled at. But bravado was something she’d had to develop at a young age to deal with her parents, and she’d honed the skill at boarding school where the headmistress basically ate meals of nails and bricks. She might be shaking in her wedges, but no one would ever know.
“Which head?” she asked in a small voice, digging her nails into her palm.
West swung his gaze toward her. “What?”
