Her finger glided over the faces of the men of Angel Fire.
Luminous green eyes stared out of the screen. Their front man, the embattled lead singer named Blaze.
Holy shit!
Her gaze skipped to the guitar stowed in the seat beside them.His baby. His songwriting and that voice?
A flutter tickled her stomach. Maybe she needed to pay more attention when Forest droned on about his favorite bands.
This changed everything.
“Why didn’t you say something?”
His fingers pressed against his forehead. “When you picked out that T-shirt, I thought you were teasing. But then you acted so clueless about who I was. It wasn’t until you paid for the shirt that I thought maybe you really didn’t know. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been around anyone who’s treated me like a regular guy? Women don’t act like that around me.”
“I had no idea.” She shook her head, stunned by the revelation.
Examining the screen, she compared the man sitting in front of her to the rock star named Blaze. There was no denying the truth, but the name didn’t fit the man she’d come to know. She handed back the cell phone and pressed a hand to quell the queasiness brewing in her belly.
“You’re Blaze then?”
He nodded. “In the flesh.”
“Guess I’m one of the top ten clueless people in the world.”
Forest was going to have a good laugh over this.
All the signs had been there. The sunglasses and ball cap obsession made sense. While obnoxious, Ash had been using them as a disguise. His use of cash instead of credit fit, too. Had he been avoiding leaving a trail for the paparazzi to follow? At least she understood his guitar obsession and songwriting.
And, while she couldn’t believe she’d missed it, she wasn’t a total idiot. Ash’s voice—Blaze’s voice—sounded different in person thanit did in the band’s songs, probably because he didn’t have the rest of the band backing him up. Blaze was a rock legend, which meant Ash was no starving musician.
She didn’t know how these things worked. What was the proper etiquette for traveling with a rock star?
And then she laughed. If you were one clueless Skye Summers, it meant splitting all costs straight down the middle.
Frankly, she didn’t care. His money meant nothing, as she had more than she had ever wanted or would ever need.
And his fame only strengthened what she’d already accepted in her heart.
There was no confusion as to their future. He was a distraction, and it seemed that she was the same for him. Eventually, real life would catch up to them. She had a career in medicine, and the music industry would demand the return of their golden child. There was only one direction for their relationship to go, even if she desired more.
It was probably for the best that she had taken sex out of the equation.
She was content to live the fantasy as it played out, only soured a little now with the knowledge that there was no future between them.
He shifted in his seat.
“So, if you’re Angel Fire’s front man, why were we buying clothes at a thrift store? Too cheap for Walmart? Target?”
A smile crept across his face, and his shoulders relaxed. Some of the tension in the cabin disappeared. “It was next to the gas station, and no one was in it.”
“Maintaining a low profile?” She clucked her tongue. “Explains the ugly glasses. You have no idea how much I hate those things.”
“You and me both.” He reached over and grabbed her hands. “You really didn’t know?”
“Nope.” Her lips popped crisply on the P.
“When we were driving to the mountains, you kept talking about Angel Fire and the way I sing. I about lost it.” His thumbs stroked the backs of her hands.
