“It benefits foster kids.”
My heart softens even more.
My God, I’m in love with this man.
“Then I’m so glad we’re in town for it. Is it one of those silent auction, fancy-dinner situations?”
“No auction.” He clears his throat. “It’s a mini concert.”
The doors open, and he leads me to his sporty little Porsche, opens the door for me, and helps me into it before rounding the hood to the driver’s side.
“It’s a benefit concert? Why are we all dressed up, Ry? Concerts are casual.”
His lips tip up into a smile.
“This one is different. It’s held at someone’s home.”
I blink at him.
“Okay, start talking, James. What in the hell is going on?”
It’s a beautiful summer night in Seattle as Ry pulls out of the parking garage and merges onto the freeway.
“So you know who Will Montgomery is?”
I blink at him. “The Super Bowl–winning football player? Of course.”
“He’s a good guy. Anyway, his family runs this charity. Apparently, it’s close to their hearts, and you know that if it’s for foster kids, I’ll jump on board. Will’s nephew is married to Sidney Sterling.”
My mouth goes dry. “Sidney Sterling, the megastar who sells out arenas all over the world.”
“That’s the one.” He reaches over and slides his hand up my thigh, under the hem of my dress, caressing my skin. “Christ, you look gorgeous tonight. I’m tempted to pull over and fuck you here in my car.”
“Ry, there’s no room for sex in this car. Now, focus. Are you telling me that we’re going to a Sidney Sterling concert? Not only are her shows sold out, but the resale tickets go forthousands.”
He smirks over at me. “You’re cute.”
“Ryker.”
“First of all, I could pull you over onto my lap and fuck you just fine, sweetheart. I’ll prove it to you before the night is over. Second, we’re going to a private residence on the cliffs for dinner and a private Sidney Sterling concert.”
My mouth is hanging open, but I don’t really care. “How many tickets were sold?”
“One hundred.”
“How much were the tickets?”
He flicks his gaze over to me and then back to the road.
“How much were they, Captain?”
His jaw flexes. “A hundred grand.”
“A hundred fucking grand?Each?”
“Each, Wills.”
My heart is going to simply bounce right out of my chest.
