Kinda confusing, though. Now that I’m able to feel my own emotions without them being jumbled up with everyone else’s, I’m not sure how to handle them.
“So, er, you’re good, right? Great.” I grin at her like a fool. “I’ll leave you to finish setting your stuff up, then. And then in a couple of hours, maybe you can swing by practice and get a feel for it?”
Am I an asshole for wanting to feel her reaction to our music and our home? Probably. But that doesn’t mean I can fight the urge to experience it all with her.
I want to show off to a pretty girl and impress her. Sue me.
“It might give you some ideas for, uh, the tour.” I trail off, realizing as I say the words that I’m not actually sure what Sin will be doing.
I know Iri’s been obsessed with finding her for months. I know he thinks she’s going to make all the difference to the crowd’s experience. But that’s about it.
And sure, I also want Sin to see us practicing. I’m pretty sure that’s all self-indulgent, though. I feel like a kid wanting to show off for my crush.
Chapter 13
Sin
What kind of idiot decides on a whim to run away with a bunch of rock stars they’ve just met and doesn’t expect to get turned into a skin suit?
This one right here. I’m the idiot.
It takes a surprisingly long time for it to kick in how lucky I’ve been. As in, we’ve traveled for three entire days across the country and I was fine. Totally cool as a cucumber and mostly focusing on how damn bored I was. But then we arrived at the band’s mega cabin in the woods.
They live out in the middle of nowhere. The cabin is surrounded by what looks like miles and miles of forest. And apparently, the nearest town is over twenty miles away and close to an hour by car.
Yeah, there’s definitely no one around to hear me scream.
But I’m midway through that first morning before it hits me. Right around the time I get an email to say that Grizz’s Little Oddities have finally noticed that I’ve not been at work for days now and they’ve accepted my resignation.
No more job. No more apartment. My ties to Willow Ridge are officially severed.
Well, shit.
For once in my life, I seem to have landed on my feet. The cabin itself is sheer fucking luxury. It’s massive and beautifully designed. And the band has taken me by surprise.
Someone carried me from the car and tucked me into bed.
One of them cleaned the workshop—or at least got their housekeeper or cleaning staff to tidy it up for my personal use.
And then Micah seemed so damn excited to give me the tour of their house. He was surprisingly cute about the whole thing and I wound up getting all the warm fuzzies when I rocked up for breakfast and they’d actually cooked.
I mean, it wasn’t good. But they seemed like they’d really made an effort.
I smile to myself as Micah gives me a jaunty wave and they head to their practice room. I make my way to my shiny new workshop and spend a couple of hours setting my station up before my phone buzzes with a million meeting requests.
Staring down at my calendar and the next four hours of my day, which are solidly booked with meetings.
Julia—the band’s manager, then one with Steve—the stage manager, followed by a meeting with Alex—the head of lighting, then another one with Julia.
By the end of it, I’m buzzing with even more ideas. I’ve also discovered why Iri wanted me here with them. He apparently likes to be involved in everything. Every little decision.
Seems like I’d better pull my finger out of my ass and get on with the work they’re paying me to do.
A FEW HOURS LATER,I glare down at my bare ass cheek and huff a frustrated sigh. Somehow, I’ve torn a massive hole in my favorite pair of overalls. It stretches all the way from the leg to the crotch, leaving my butt hanging out.
Damn door handles.
Stupid big pockets getting caught on the door handles.
