“Don’t be daft! She’s my Yorkshire Terrier-cross-Poodle. She is a dog.”
Colt raises an eyebrow, then nods in understanding. “That’s good because I was thinking you’re fucking off your rocker talking about shit like that. Not that I mind. I mean, we all have bodily functions. But since I only just met you, talking about crap is kinda not on my list of shit to do tonight.”
I laugh and shake my head. “I’m… off my what now?”
He grins. “Off your rocker.”
“What does that mean?”
“You’re crazy, insane, not of sound mind, mentally incapable of being normal. You know… off your rocker.”
“Right, got it! Thanks for that,” I say with a smirk and bring my feet up on the edge of the couch, cradling myself. With a heavy sigh, I say, “Maybe I am.”
“Why?”
“Joseph warned me that I’m plain and boring, and I never looked pretty enough. He said I’m not spontaneous and that I’m too stuck-up to be any kind of exciting. Perhaps he’s right! Maybe I am boring and dull and deserve to be alone.”
Colt frowns, shaking his head. “I don’t think anyone deserves to be alone. I’m with you, so technically, you’re not alone,” Colt says, resting his hand on my knee. That intense fire starts to burn up my leg and into the apex of my thighs. “Why don’t you do something spontaneous? Prove him wrong.”
“Like what?”
“I dunno. Have you ever been to a rock concert?”
I shake my head adamantly. “No way! Daddy wouldneverlet me go to one of those. He’d have a coronary. They’re full of drug lords and people who worship the devil.”
He laughs, and it’s not just a chuckle. It’s a full belly laugh. “Okay, seriously, have you lost your mind?”
“No, I’m not crazy.”
“Sorry, right, okay. Let’s just say there are some druggies at rock concerts, but I’m not one of them, and as for people worshiping the devil, I’m almost certain that doesn’t happen. Well, not at my shows anyway.”
His shows?
Colt’sreallyin a band? That’s pretty cool, but definitely not something Daddy would approve of. “So, you play in a band, then?”
He nods. “Yeah, I’m the lead singer, and my brother and a couple of lads from school make up the rest. We’ve just started ourLoaded and Live World Tourand had three gigs at Wembley Stadium over the last three nights. The day after tomorrow, we move on to our US leg. It’s our first tour where we’re the headline act.”
“Wow, Wembley! That’s usually where the big-time acts play. Are you like totally famous?”
He laughs and tilts his head. “Maybe just a little.” Colt holds his thumb and index finger only slightly apart and winks.
“Well, I don’t listen to much music, but I sometimes listen to the radio in the car. What’s your band called?”
“12GAUGE-Slayed.”
“Oh, sorry… I’ve never heard of you, but then again, I don’t know band names. I do know songs,” I reply.
His eyes widen with a look of shock. “Seriously? You’veneverheard of us?”
Arrogant much?
“Nope. But like I said, I don’t know band names, only songs.”
“Have you heard the song, “Rapture?””
“Oh yeah, sure. That song has practically been on top of the charts for the last, I dunno… six weeks or something crazy like that. Yeah, that’s a good song. Do you know the band?”
“Yeah, I do. It’s us.” He laughs again.
