The spell he cast didn’t break until the song ended.
She heaved a huge lungful of air, as he broke the thread between them.
“That was fantastic.” Her friend Kellie threw her arms around Becca and squeezed tight while doing a tipsy, moving hug thing that had them both cracking up.
Becca laughed so hard, she snorted. Usually, she would’ve been embarrassed by that snorting thing. But this was Kellie, and Kellie didn’t care.
Blonde hair, blue-eyed Kellie had the bone structure and lithe body of a super model. She had even been approached by scouts once when they’d been together in New York. They were still practically kids at the time. Kellie, however, didn’t thrive on that kind of attention, so she became an accountant and hung out in her work cubicle instead of the runways of Milan.
“Are you going to bang Linx?” Kellie asked, her eyes huge, her expression hopeful. “Please tell me you’re going to have sex with that man and then give me all the dirty details.”
“No.” The band took a break as Becca maneuvered Kellie back in the direction of the cocktail table they’d been using, so she could re-hydrate before getting plastered, since she’d be going home alone.
Kellie was lit off her ass, and it took a bit of time to get her weaving and bobbing in the correct direction.
“No to the sex part, or no to telling me about it?” Kellie asked, linking her arm with Becca’s. “Because he’s totally willing to do the nasty with you. I can tell. I have a radar for these things.”
“You have a sex radar?”
Kellie shrugged. “What can I say? It’s my gift. That, and my ability to save you money on your taxes in a legal fashion that won’t get either of us thrown in jail.”
“Hey.” Velma nudged Becca with her arm. “That was interesting, huh?”
Becca’s cheeks heated. “Interesting. Fun. Crazy. Once-in-a-lifetime. Pick your words.”
Velma and Becca had met through friends, but Becca quickly came to adore Velma.
“Linx, huh?” Velma heaved a deep breath.
Becca took a swig of ice water and shook her head. “Not like that. Just a song. Nothing else.”
A little line appeared between Velma’s brows. “It’s never just a song. Not with Linx.”
What did that mean?Not that Becca had followed him specifically, but she followed Dimefront. Obviously.
Becca narrowed her eyes a little in Linx’s direction. He’d gone back to the bar, engaging in an animated conversation with Brek.
And during her months as a Ten, she learned quickly that Linx didn’t do serious. Not according to her observations, and certainly not according to the tabloids. If there was even a whiff of serious going on with a celebrity like Linx, they would tuck a whisper of a story somewhere in their pages.
“How so?” Becca’s fingertips fiddled with the thin swaths of leather she’d braided together with glass beads for a bracelet. Tying intricate knots for beaded jewelry helped release the anxious energy she’d bottled up during the last months with her higher-needs patients. The ones who needed extra support, even after office hours. Even when she was living her life outside of work. Dating. Grocery shopping. Spending time on the water.
Some people knitted when they got stressed. Some people drank wine. She tied knots.
“With music, Linx is very much a man who doesn’t share his gift with just anyone. But he got right up on that stage with you,” Velma said, lips pursed.
“This is true,” Linx said from behind them.
His voice was,oh dear goodness,right near Becca’s earlobe.
Becca nearly jumped out of her skin. She pinched her eyes closed because Linx stood there, every bit of her fantasy.Oh. Dear. God.He shifted, so he stood beside her, their arms touching the slightest bit because the crowd smooshed them together.
“Good music is like sex. Good sex,” he said because, apparently, that was the truth of the matter. “You’ve gotta trust your partner for it to be epic.”
Was this happening?
“The way we worked up there on the stage? Epic.”
She turned to face him. “Good music is like sex?”
