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“Great show tonight, fellas. Loving it,” she tossed over her shoulder as she carried on. He raised a hand and nodded in thanks.
“She a friend of yours?” I felt a bit possessive of him, which was both odd and uncomfortable.
His eyes drifted lazily over my face, assessing. “A work friend, I guess. I met her and her husband the first time we played here. She was working and after the first few songs she called her husband to come in to see the rest of the show. I’d met her before the show, she was the one who got us all set up with bottles of water backstage. I met him afterwards. They’re good people.”
I purposefully relaxed my shoulders, reminded myself that this was Barrett, my lunch buddy, my dog-walking partner. I had to keep things in perspective, not let his hotness override my common sense. I took a deep breath. It was weird between us right then. We’d always been honest with each other, so I went for it.
“It’s hard for me to look at you as just a friend at the moment.”
He tipped his head back and took a swig of his beer not taking his eyes off me. I watched him swallow. I wanted to straddle him and lick the sheen of sweat off his throat. What the hell was happening to me? I forced my eyes back to his.
“That’s good,” he rumbled, “I’ve never been able to look at you as just a friend.”
I smiled at him ruefully. “It shouldn’t happen.”
He dipped his chin in agreement. “Probably not tonight. Don’t be worrying. I understand what we have. Just enjoy.”
I was glad he understood. Maybe someday he could explain it to me. As I was thinking this, the gorgeous bass player walked up from behind him and positioned herself between us, laying her arm across his shoulders, her breasts level with his face.
He glanced up briefly and lifted his chin. “Hey, Sarah.” Turning back to me, he said, “Willa, this is Sarah. She’s our bassist and shares vocals with me. Sarah, this is Willa.”
Sarah was sex on a stick. Full bust, tiny waist, curvy hips and long, slender legs. Dressed all in black, with long dark hair, wine red lips and smokey eyes, eyes that were presently shooting daggers at me, I ascertained correctly that vocals weren’t the only thing she wanted to share with him. I offered her my hand anyway.
“Nice to meet you, Sarah.”
She shook my hand perfunctorily, “Likewise.”
“I’m enjoying the show.”
“Good to hear.” She turned to Barrett. “Are we going to warm up a bit?”
He looked back at her steadily. “I’m warm. I’m going to sit here with Willa for another ten and then we’ll finish off with our last set. You can join Willa and I if you like?”
I was impressed with how well he was handling her obvious dislike of my being there with him. I wondered if they had slept together. The thought made me feel slightly sick.
“I’m going to get a drink. Nice meeting you,” she said stiffly and stalked off.
For the first time since I’d known him, Barrett looked uncomfortable.
Direct as always, I asked, “Are you sleeping with her?”
He looked startled. Why were men so dumb when it came to the women closest to them?
“No! Never,” he exclaimed, “I don’t know what’s gotten into her.”
Junie chose that moment to chime in. “It’s not what’s gotten into her, it’s what she hasn’t gotten into her. That’s my guess.”
Lenny leaned in towards Barrett. “Seriously, I’ve been telling you. We’ve got a problem.”
Barrett growled, actually growled, “We don’t need this shit. What’s Lucky saying?”
The other guitarist approached from behind Junie.
“Did I hear my name?”
“Sarah,” Lenny responded and Lucky winced.
“Dude,” he said to Barrett, “we have a problem.”
