“Bye, Angel.”
As she started past me to get into the cab, I stopped her. Sometimes there were just moments you knew you would regret if you didn’t follow your heart. Grabbing the back of her neck, I tipped her head up to mine. Then I brought my mouth to hers. This time I let the warmth of my tongue slide her lips open. When she made a little moan in the back of her throat, I tightened my arms around her waist. God, she tasted good. I could’ve kept on kissing her the whole afternoon, but a symphony of whistles and catcalls interrupted my moment of pure bliss.
I jerked away to see AJ, Brayden, and Rhys standing beside the bus. Warmth flooded Abby’s face as I growled, “Thanks a lot, guys.”
“¡Agarrale el culo, chica!".
Abby’s eyes narrowed before she shouted, “Callete, cabron!”
“What did he just say?” I questioned with a grin.
“Grab his ass, girl,” she replied.
“And what did you say to him?”
She grinned. “I told him to shut up and called him an ass**le.”
I laughed. “I’ll make sure to knock the shit out of him for you.”
“Gracias,” she replied. Glancing at the guys, she shook her head. “I’m tempted to give you all the finger, but I’ll just wave instead.”
“Bye, Abby,” they called in unison.
She turned back to me. “Talk to you later.”
“It’s a promise.”
Without another show of affection, she dropped down onto the seat. “The Hilton, please,”
Abby commanded politely.
“Fine, but just so you know, the meter’s been running, sweetie,” the cabbie replied.
“It’s okay.” She glanced up at me and smiled. “It was worth it.”
“Damn straight,” I replied before closing the door.
Like a love-sick teenage girl, I stood waving at her until the cab disappeared over the hill.
***
Chapter Twelve
When I arrived at the hotel, all three of the boys were waiting on me in the lobby. I rolled my eyes but grinned in spite of myself. “Don’t tell me you were afraid I might get lost and take up with another group of unruly rockers?”
Gabe chuckled as he pulled me into a bear hug. “Nah, we just wanted to do right by you this time and welcome you in person.”
“Aw, that’s sweet.”
Eli’s blue eyes twinkled. “There’s also the fact we have to be over to the arena in an hour for sound checks and all.”
I shook my head. “Just when I thought you guys were playing overprotective big brothers, you crush my dreams.”
Micah threw his arm around my shoulder. “I’ve missed you, Baby Girl.” He planted a kiss on my cheek. “Are you excited about tonight?”
Just the mention of performing caused my stomach to lurch. “Yes and no.”
He nodded as we swept through the hotel’s revolving doors. “I remember the first time I played in front of a packed crowd of tens of thousands of people.”
I elbowed him playfully in the ribs. “Not helping, brother dear.”
He grinned down at me. We were the matching bookends of the family with our blonde hair and blue eyes. Gabe and Eli were true fraternal twins in the fact that Gabe had about three inches on Eli while Eli was the more muscular of the two. The only matching trait was they had our father’s jet black hair while we all shared the blue eyes of our mother. Even if they were my brothers, I had to admit they were good-looking. Of course, Micah had been engaged for six months to a girl named Valerie who worked at our dad’s church. Like Brayden, he never even looked at other girls. Now the twins…that was another story.
“You’ll be fine, Abster. After all, you’re only singing one duet with Garrett and one song with us,” Eli said as he held the limo door open for me.
As I flopped inside, I huffed out a frustrated breath. “Oh sure, just two songs. That’s two prime opportunities for me to sing off-key, fall off the stage, etc.”
Gabe sat next to me. “You worry too much. Just go out there and have fun. Pretend it’s like when we were kids.”
“Or you could do the old adage and pretend everyone’s naked,” Eli suggested while waggling his eyebrows.
I nudged his foot with mine. “You’re so disgusting!”
After we made the short drive to the arena, the limo pulled up to the back. The boys’ head of security, Manny, opened our door and gave me a beaming smile. “Good to see you again, Abby.”
I gave him a hug—all 6’5”, three hundred pounds of him. “Good seeing you again too.” I motioned back at the boys. “You keeping them in line?”
He grinned. “Trying to. It’s a hard job.”
Giggling, I replied, “I can only imagine.”
As Manny ushered us inside, someone outfitted in black with a headset came rushing up to me. “You’re wanted on stage right now for your rehearsal with Garrett.”
“Oh, okay.” I turned back to the guys. “See you in a few.”
“Knock em’ dead, Baby Girl,” Gabe called.
When I got to the stage, Garrett sat perched on a stool with his guitar, doing a run through of his other songs. After finishing the song, he glanced over and caught my eye. His face lit up. “Abby!” he cried before hurrying over to pull me into his arms. We’d only met a couple of times before, but by the way he was acting, you would have thought we were long lost best friends or former lovers. Jake would have gone for the second scenario.
“I see you made it safe and sound.”
I laughed. “Yes, I did.”
“Great. I’m stoked as hell to be singing with you.” He waved at a technician who came to deliver my microphone. “Ready?”
“Sure.”
After rehearsing with Garrett, I watched the boys go through their run-throughs before joining them onstage. For the first few shows, I’d only be singing a cover of The Band Perry’s If I Die Young. Then the guys planned on me taking over some of the vocal leads Micah usually did. Once we went through everything, we were ushered back to our dressing room. While the boys chowed down on the catered food, I could barely down a slice of my mom’s homemade pound cake.
The closer it got to show time the more the small space filled up with people. It felt like an out-of-control bee hive with all the conversions buzzing around me. Hair stylists, wardrobe people, management, and roadies streamed in and out. There was no privacy or time to catch my breath with all the madness.