“Oh, baby, I plan on it.” She reached for my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Dallas wasn’t into regular physical contact, mostly because her mother was even worse than my own, so I knew that she was still worried about me. “Enjoy yourself tonight. Seriously, Harp. One of the sexiest men in the world is taking you out tonight.”
I rolled my eyes at her. “He’s just a friend, Dallas. He’s fun company.”
“Baby, Shane Stevenson doesn’t have girls for friends. Am I right, Lana?”
Lana gave an unhappy sigh. “Yup!”
I laughed. “So what is Lana?” It came out sounding like a joke, but I really wanted to know. Lana and Shane made a striking couple. Sure she was in love with the guy’s brother, but it wouldn’t be the first time a girl used the brother as a substitute.
“I’m family,” Lana informed me with a small smile. “Jesse would kill him if he touched me.”
I frowned. “What’s the difference in him not touching you compared to Drake?
Lana shrugged. “About two thousand girls.”
Well, she told me! I knew Shane was a player… Wait was that the right word for a rock star? A player? Rolling my eyes at myself I grinned. “Well, he’s my friend. We got to know each other a little better over breakfast. Trust me, girls. All he could possibly want with me is friendship.”
Dallas clenched her jaw and Lana shot me a glare. “Harper…” Lana began but the doorbell cut off her scolding.
I crossed the living room and opened the door, relieved that I had a reason not to hear my friend rant about how beautiful she thought I was. I was sure she needed glasses worse than I did. “Hey!” I greeted him.
He stood there for a moment just staring at me. I felt the heat of his gaze as it traveled down my body, over my barely there chest and wide hips. He spent a little more time on my legs before making the trip back up to my face. I grinned at him as he blinked and took a step closer.
“Hi.” His voice was slightly throaty and he paused to clear it. “Are you ready?”
“Of course.” I glanced over my shoulder at Lana and Dallas. “See you later. Bye, Linc!” I called.
“Hey, Lana.” Shane waved before taking my hand and tugging me out the door.
“Hi!” I heard Lana say as the door shut behind us.
I raised a brow as he pulled me down the corridor toward the elevator. “Are we running late?”
He shook his head, causing shaggy dark hair to fall into his face. “Nope. Just wanted to get you out of there before Lana made you change your mind.”
When we were inside the elevator and the doors slid shut, he leaned back against the wall and let out a sigh, as if relieved.
Chapter 4
Shane
I have never had a girl make me dumb before. I mean, seriously, words have never—not ever!—failed me when it comes to the opposite sex. But one look at the unspoiled beauty of Harper and I was left with vocals that didn’t remember how to work for a moment.
When I had taken her all in, I realized that I was probably standing there looking like a fool with my mouth hanging open and drool running down my chin. Of course she had to smile at me and I lost a few more seconds of brain power. Dammit!
Finally I got it together and pulled her out before Lana started busting my balls over her friend.
Typically when I was in New York I didn’t have time to see the sights. When the band had gigs here we didn’t have time to go out and explore. I only knew a few good places to eat, and none of those places served Chinese. Thankfully Harper knew of a great place, otherwise I was going to have to do what I always did—call Emmie and ask her.
Normally that wasn’t a problem for me.
This time, for some reason, I didn’t want to rely on Em for help. I was a grown man. I should be able to do at least a few things on my own. Of course that hadn’t been a problem when I had called Emmie earlier that day…
“When we were sixteen Dallas and I ran off for an entire weekend,” Harper was saying with an almost impish grin on her face. “It was such a stupid thing to do, but it was so much fun. The first thing we did was stop here and buy enough food to last us all weekend, then we went downtown and got a hotel room for three days. We pigged out on Chinese and vending machine candy until our stomachs ached.”
“What happened when your parents found out?”
She shrugged. “My mother hadn’t even noticed I was gone. But my stepdad was furious. I wasn’t allowed to see Dallas for a month.” The look she gave me said that it had been a bad punishment in her book.
“Was it worth it?”
“Hell yeah!” She laughed and it was so infectiously contagious that I couldn’t stop from laughing back. “A whole weekend away from my mother? It was paradise.”
I wondered about her relationship with her mom, but something in her expression every time she mentioned the woman told me it wasn’t the best. “You don’t get along with her?” I couldn’t help but ask.
She grimaced, her brow furrowing and her lips pursing in the cutest way. “I get along with her. She just doesn’t get along with me.”
“That makes no sense.”
“It’s complicated.” She pushed an errant strand of silky caramel hair back from her face as she picked up her orange chicken with a chopstick. “I love my mother. When I was a little girl I was sure that she loved me too. But as I grew up, and I didn’t look anything like her, she…” She broke off when her cell phone vibrated on the table beside of her eggroll. Instead of answering it, she sent it straight to voicemail. “Speak of the devil,” she muttered half under her breath.
For nearly a full minute Harper sat staring down at the phone. The look in her eyes tugged at something deep inside of me, and all I wanted to do was comfort her. Just as I was reaching for her hand her head snapped up and she gave me a smile that didn’t quite reach her beautiful eyes. “What were we talking about?”
Realizing that talking about her mother was making her hurt, I shrugged. “You were going to tell me how much you like lemon gelato.”
The fake smile was replaced with a real one. “I was?”
I nodded. “And I was about to tell you that I know the best place in this one horse town that serves it.”
The smile turned into a full on grin. Gods! That grin was enough to undo me every time I saw it. “I’m not sure if I want lemon. Maybe I want chocolate.”
“Because chocolate is boring. Just like vanilla and strawberry are boring. But lemon? With the mixture of bitterly tart and sugary sweet? That’s just about perfect.”
Her cheeks filled with a pretty pink. I watched in complete fascination as she looked away from me and swallowed hard. My dick pulsed against the fabric of my jeans where it lay against my thigh. Well, shit! Who knew talking about gelato would make me nearly come in my pants?
Her phone vibrated again, keeping me from embarrassing myself in a freaking Chinese restaurant. Muttering a curse she sent the call to voicemail before turning it off and tossing it into her purse. “Sorry. She isn’t going to leave me alone.”
“It’s not a problem for me,” I assured her.
“Maybe not, but it is for me.” She reached for her water glass and took a long swallow. When she put it back down I found myself unable to look away as her tongue drifted out of that sinfully perfect mouth of hers to lick away a stray drop.
I nearly stroked out just watching her!
Yeah, I was positive. Getting this chick into my bed was going to be so much fun!
She was simply fun to be with. Being comfortable enough with her to find myself laughing and sharing some things that I didn’t normally share with anyone outside my band brothers and Emmie, that was just a plus.
After dinner we grabbed a cab and went the thirty or more blocks to get the gelato. When she ordered the lemon with a devilish grin, I nearly came in my jeans for the second time that night. We ate outside at one of the sidewalk tables. The street lights added a kind of mystical appeal to the night.
Halfway through our dessert, Harper pulled her camera from her purse and snapped a picture of me. I wasn’t expecting it and for a moment I thought it was actually one of the paparazzi. When I realized it was her I sighed with relief. It wasn’t that I was shy of the paparazzi. I just didn’t want them disrupting one of the best nights out I had ever had with a girl.
She laughed when she looked down at the camera after taking the picture. “Ah! You’re kind of cute.”
Cute wasn’t exactly one of the words most girls used to describe me, but I liked it coming from her. It seemed sweet and innocent, something I wasn’t.
An older couple came out of the shop. It wouldn’t have normally caught my attention, but when the man took his wife’s hand and linked their fingers, I was unable to look away. The woman smiled up at him, her face still beautiful despite the wrinkles around her eyes and mouth. The look in her eyes was something I had become familiar with over the last year or more. It made me think of Emmie and Layla as they looked up at Nik and Jesse. Even Lana all those months ago before the whole Vegas incident had fucked up her and Drake.
As they passed hand in hand, oblivious to anything or anyone, Harper raised her camera and snapped a few more pictures. “Now that is a Carl and Ellie kind of love.”
Her comment confused me. “A what? Who?”
She giggled. “Carl and Ellie.”
Had my brain shut down? “Okay, I’m confused.”
Another giggle. “It’s from a movie. Haven’t you ever seen Up?”
“There’s a movie called Up?” I was drawing a blank as I tried to picture what such a strangely named movie would be like.
“It’s a cartoon.” She rolled her eyes when I raised a brow at her. “Laugh all you want. For me it is one of the best romance movies in the world. The first ten minutes are perfect. Carl loves Ellie from the time he meets her. They grow old loving each other in a way…” She broke off with a sigh. “Never mind. You’re right. It’s silly.”
“It isn’t silly.” I thought I knew what she was talking about. Hadn’t I witnessed that kind of love first hand when Layla and Jesse had first met? “So, you want that kind of love? The ‘Carl and Ellie’ kind of love?”
She shrugged. “It’s something to shoot for.”
We sat there talking for another hour before she yawned. I glanced down at my phone and realized that it was nearly ten thirty. Where had the time gone? I wasn’t ready to take her home, but knew that I had to. Reluctantly, I stood and we grabbed another cab.
In the dim lighting coming in from the headlights of other cars, I pulled her close and she gave me a shy smile as she rested her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. I was in a bittersweet kind of limbo for the next twenty minutes. Bitter because I was rock hard and knew that I wasn’t going to find any relief with the beautiful creature in my arms. Sweet because it brought a kind of peace in a way that I had only heard my brother drunkenly describe to me what I assumed he had felt when he and Lana had been so close.
In that moment I realized that I wasn’t going to be able to go through with the seduction plans I had for Harper.
Not when I was sure that I had found what Drake had been working so hard to get back.
Harper
Strong fingers tenderly brushed across my cheek, and I blinked open my eyes to find Shane gazing down at me with some crazy emotion in his eyes. Crazy because I knew he couldn’t be feeling it toward me. I didn’t inspire lust in guys.
He cleared his throat. “Hey, beautiful. We’re here.”
I frowned. “Here?” Turning my head, I found that the taxi had stopped in front of my apartment building. “Oh… Oh!” I pulled away, realizing that I had been asleep on Shane’s shoulder…and embarrassingly enough, I’d actually been drooling. Perfect!
With a chuckle, he opened the door and stepped out before offering me his hand to help me. When the taxi pulled away he didn’t release my hand, but instead linked our fingers as he walked me inside.
“Do you want to come up?” I asked, reluctant to leave him. He had been so much fun to hang out with tonight, so worth the bitching I was going to hear when I finally turned my phone on and answered my mother’s calls.
“I want to...” his fingers tightened around mine, giving them a gentle squeeze before releasing me “...but I don’t think I should.”
“Oh, okay.” I wasn’t disappointed. I wasn’t!
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