“Uh, yeah.”
“That’s great!”
“It is?”
“Yes. As long as you like doing it.”
“You’re not going to make fun of me?”
“Oh, I’m definitely going to make fun of you at family dinner tomorrow.”
“That’s fair.” Nothing is off-limits in our family. Once your laundry is out, everyone’s grabbing at it and making it their business.
Robyn grabs my other arm and squeezes it. “Thanks for the best bachelorette party I could have asked for, dude.”
“Jonah,” Kim says as she comes up to us. “I need to steal him away. I’m sorry, ladies.”
“Oh, sure.” Robyn grins. “We’ll see you tomorrow for dinner.”
I give them both a glittery sweat hug and follow Kim backstage.
“Do theyknow you?” she asks.
“Yeah, they’re my sisters.”
“Oh,” she replies, her tone unsure. “That’s… different.” She leads me to the dressing room and tosses me a fresh tank top and gray sweatpants. “You have a private request.”
1. SOS by Rihanna
Chapter 2
Private Show
Jonah
Ilove private shows. As extroverted as I am, I love the change in energy going from the big stage to an intimate setting. Sometimes they don’t even want me to dance; they just want to talk. I think there’s something about my energy that’s comforting to people.
I’m lounging on the leather tufted couch, when a redheaded woman stumbles into the room as if pushed, and stands there in a pose that is the opposite of comfortable. She’s wearing a sleeveless black turtleneck dress that goes to her knees and a pair of heels. I’m five feet away, but even in the low light I can make out a waterfall of freckles down her bare shoulders to her hands. Her back and shapely bottom are facing me as she takes a deep breath.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“I hate my sister,” she says to the closed door.
“You don’t have to be here if you don’t want to be.”
“No, I do.”
She still seems tense. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
She doesn’t answer or move right away as the low beat of sexy club music passes between us. “I’m going to turn around, and you will not say anything. Got it?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
With a shuddering breath, she carefully turns on the ball of her foot, and my mind races when her stunning freckled face and piercing green eyes light up my memory.
“Professor Wilde!” I beam.
She lurches forward with a warning glare and finger pointed at me. “Shh! Don’t say another word.”
