When the doorbell rings, my stomach turns over in knots. I’m nervous to meet the rest of the band. I mean, theyareDevil’s Breed, for goodness’ sake! But knowing that I’m meeting him as …what, Adam’s girlfriend? Is that what I am?
I don’t know how they’ll react to me. It doesn’t seem like he’s ever really had a girlfriend.
Will they think I might cause some Yoko Ono–type drama with the band?Should I even be here?
The past few hours, this has been the quagmire swimming around in my head.
Cailin runs to the door, and Adam’s quick on her heels.
“You can’t just open the door, Cailin, no matter who we’re expecting.”
It still brings a smile to my face to hear how much of a dad he is.
I dry off my hands on a towel and hang it on the oven handle, inhaling a deep breath before making my way toward the door.
“What up, bro?” I hear one say right before the slapping of two hands connects.
“Hey, glad you guys could make it,” Adam says, opening the door wider.
“How’s Max doing?” someone else asks.
“He’s in the backyard, probably still passed out from the last time I checked. He’s okay for now, but it hasn’t been too long, so withdrawals haven’t set in yet. Come in.”
Adam steps back, and two guys walk toward me, their presence engulfing the space, dressed casually in tight jeans, dark T-shirts, and boots.
Noah, the drummer, has a shit-eating grin on his face, and I can see why he’s such a lady killer. I’ve heard stories of this guy and his … let’s just call themways. He’s not as handsome as Adam, but you can tell he thinks he’s God’s gift to women with the way he struts, his hair perfectly spiked and his shirt showing off muscular arms and abs.
Jack, the bassist, is more laid-back, and it’s obvious, just looking at the two, that he’s more into hitting the drugs and alcohol than the women, like Adam mentioned before they arrived. He looks like he’s been ridden hard, and it’s starting to take a toll on his skin. His clothes show off nothing, and if I’m not mistaken, I see a tiny forming of a beer gut.
“So, this is her,” Noah yells, eyeing me up and down. “The girl who finally caught the uncatchable.”
A surprised laugh escapes my lips. “Excuse me?”
“He’s lucky too. If he were anyone else, I’d steal your ass.” He wraps his arms around me in a hug as Adam slaps him on his back.
“Back off, asshole,” Adam says.
Noah leans back to spy on him and then winks playfully at me. “This is going to be fun. These two”—he motions to Jack and Max, who’s still outside—“only take my leftovers. I’ve always gotten first pick of the litter. Too bad Adam got to you first.”
I eye him up and down. “Don’t you worry your sweet little heart there. I wouldn’t have wanted you anyway. Have you not seen this man?” I dramatically point to Adam, playing it up for him as he was for me.
Everyone laughs, and Adam leans over to kiss me, right here in front of everyone, including Cailin.
“Yeah, you’re definitely mine,” he whispers to me before turning to the guys. “Noah here thinks he has a chance with every lady he meets—”
“I don’t think. I know.” Noah leans in, smirking.
“Oh God, go away.” Adam slaps him across the side of his head. “And this is Jack. Guys, this is my girl, Sarah.”
“And she’s my teacher too!” Cailin is quick to add in with the most excited voice I’ve ever heard from her.
“Yep,hot for teacherfits it perfectly.” Noah bites his knuckle before Adam tucks one hand around my waist and hits him in the stomach with the other.
Jack has stayed pretty quiet, and when I glance behind me to see if he’s coming, I catch him staring at me. It’s not creepy or sexual; it’s like he’s thinking about something, but when he sees me, he snaps out of it and follow us into the kitchen.
“Man, I almost forgot about your cooking,” Noah says as he inhales the spicy aroma of enchiladas. “We need to add a better kitchen to the tour bus next time, so you can cook for us.”
Adam huffs. “Fat chance. You’re lucky I’m feeding your ass tonight.”
