I weave around the crowd, making my way to him. He’s standing next to their table, talking to some guy. I wait patiently for the fan to move down the line, and before the next person approaches, I put my hand on his shoulder. “Just a heads up,” I start, keeping my voice low. “The two blonde bimbos in the back are out for your blood. I mean, your dick.”
He jolts, his eyes popping wide. “What?”
I nod in their direction. What do you know? They’re looking right at us, sending me the stink eye.
“They have a plan to be the next notch on your belt.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. The one in the white shirt is going to flash you tonight. Just wanted you to be prepared.”
His brows fly up and he laughs. “Damn, way to ruin the surprise.”
My smile is extra sweet and fake. “Sorry.” I step back, letting the line resume. When it’s their turn, I creep a teeny bit closer, wanting to hear. Not because I think Travis will entertain them, I’m simply curious to hear how he plays this.
“Omgee,” the busty one with the flashing plan says to him. He plasters on his sexy smile. “Will you sign my shirt?” She bats her eyelashes dramatically.
I have to lean to the side to see where she points—right above her chest, of course.
“Sure,” he says, sliding a Sharpie out of his back pocket and signing his name as she thrusts her boobs out, giggling.
His eyes lift to mine. I arch my brow. His furrow, like he’s wondering if I’m upset, but I find this incredibly amusing.
We haven’t officially labeled ourselves as anything. We’re trying to keep things professional until the tour is over, but obsessive fans don’t bother me. I was one once. Not obsessive, but had Olivia not stolen Penn’s attention and opened the door for me to meet Travis, I would’ve gone to some lengths myself. Maybe even the same ones she’s going to now.
“We’ll be at the show later,” Blondie says.Duh. If you’re here, it’s because you bought a ticket and paid extra to meet him. “I’ll be in the front row.”
“Awesome,” he replies.
“I don’t have plans after, either. We have a room at the Hilton,” she adds.
That’s bold. Laying it out there for him to grab.
He blinks at her, glances at me, then gives her an easy smile. “Good to know. Enjoy the show, thanks for coming.” He nods his chin to the person behind her, and she takes the cue to keep it moving.
I smile, feeling oddly satisfied with the disappointed slump to her shoulders as she goes.
Once everything wraps up, we head to the bus so they can eat and get ready for sound check. Everyone is piled in the main area, shoveling food into their faces quickly. They don’t have much time. They scheduled a decent amount of breaks in between long stretches of this tour, knowing they might need them since it’s their first time, but now it’s go-go-go. They wanted to get these last shows finished so Penn could be home for Olivia’s grand opening of Knotted.
“Hey, May,” Travis whispers from across the table where he just smashed five burritos. I’m so glad his appetite is back. He’s slowly putting his weight back on. His eyes are no longer sunken with dark bags underneath. He looks good—like himself again. “Were you jealous? Watching me with that fan?”
There’s no point in asking which one he means. There was more than one shooting their shot. None as boldly as Blondie, though.
I roll my lips to keep from giggling. “No.”
He frowns. “Why the hell not? Did you not hear what she said? Basically invited me to her hotel room.”
“I heard.”
“Then why weren’t you jealous?”
I shrug, going back to my phone, but he hits the table, stealing my attention again. “Are you pouting?”
He throws himself back, crossing his arms over his chest. “No.”
I can’t hide my smile this time. He’s acting like a toddler who can’t have a snack, but damn, he’s cute. “Seems like you are.”
“If I knew you were only going to be jealous the one time, I would’ve soaked it up more.”
