“A group of the girls led them off about twenty minutes ago.”
Jesus,” he muttered. “They didn’t waste any time.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “Want you to meet a few people.”
I smiled brightly and sang, “Okay,” then I jumped ten feet in the air when someone barked, “Yo!”
Craning my neck, I saw a behemoth of a man standing behind me. “Hi!” I squeaked, clearly more drunk than I thought, because I followed it up with, “You’re a big boy.”
A slow cocky grin spread across his face. “Sure am.”
Jacob’s growl was low.
I pulled out of his arms and held my hand out. “I’m Saint.”
He looked at me with his incredibly long-lashed, brown eyes and blushed profusely. “Diablo.”
“Oh, hi!” I gave him a low wave.
“Howdy,” he replied in a timbre so deep that it reminded me of Khal Drogo. “Big fan.”
“You’re such a sweetie-pie!” I exclaimed, glancing at Jacob. “Isn’t he sweet, Jake?”
“Fuckin’ peachy,” my man muttered.
Diablo blushed again and stared down at his boots, before lifting his eyes to look through those amazing lashes at me. “We kind of met the night Iceman pulled that weird fan off you at the rock festival but we were never formally introduced. Got all your CDs. Wondered if you’d sign ‘em before you leave. Mi mamá loves ya, too. “Empty” is one of her favorite songs.”
“I love that!” I cried, then I lowered my voice. “Has anyone ever told you that you’ve got beautiful eyelashes? In fact, you’re very good-looking.”
Jacob grunted from beside me.
Diablo’s face burned scarlet, but he beamed a smile. “Do you like Christmas lights?”
My eyes rounded. “I love Christmaslights.”
He grinned. “Me too.” His face turned a slightly more normal color. “Someone just said you’re gonna jam later.” His eyes lowered to the ground again, like he couldn’t meet my gaze. “I play a bit.”
“You should jam with us, too!” I exclaimed.
He looked crestfallen. “I’m not very good. Probably wouldn’t be able to keep up.”
I touched his shoulder. “Go get your guitar. I’ll go over a few chords with you before we jam, and I’ll also make sure we keep the songs simple. If the others want to play fancy stuff, they can, but you can just strum the chords. Our jamming sessions aren’t about perfection, they’re all about fun.”
Diablo’s face stretched into a huge smile. “I’ll go get it.”
I gave him my killer grin. “Good.”
He turned to go but faltered slightly. “Nice to meet you, Saint.”
I clasped his huge, solid shoulder and squeezed. “You too, Diablo.”
“Friends call me D,” he grunted.
“Then D it is.”
He gave me a loose salute with two fingers, then ambled away, leaving me to step back into Jacob’s arms. “He’s a sweetheart,” I announced.
“He’s an asshole, but he’s a little bit in love with you, so it’s all good.” Jake picked up my glass and sniffed the contents. “What the fuck did Gopher put in this?”
“Vodka, sparkling wine, pineapple juice, and a few other things I can’t remember.”
