“See, you’re doing the huh thing still.” He tugged at her chin so she looked at him again. Her eyes were soft, and a tick of a grin edged at the side of her mouth.
He wanted to press kisses all over her mouth, but Brek was still right there and Becca didn’t seem to be into the PDA thing.
“I am trying to decide if you were being rock star-responsible or a douche-canoe,” she said, breaking his trance from staring at her lipstick.
“Definitely rock star-responsible,” Kellie said, raising her right hand. “I’m voting rock star-responsible.”
“He means rock star-lazy.” Brek said, reminding them all that he was still there, hadn’t left, and was itching to get his nose broken.
“I like to think of it as rocker particular,” Linx said, only to Becca.
Maybe if he just ignored Brek, like Gibson ignored Linx when he was pissed, then Brek would take the hint and leave.
Either that, or he’d have Linx neutered.
On second thought, this plan might not be the best option.
With Linx’s skeletons rattling in the wind, Brek finished his shit and took off to the kitchen. Kellie went to flirting with some guy near the jukebox. Linx grabbed an apron and went to work. Since it was a weeknight, the bar wasn’t busy. Becca helped him out when the orders got a little nuts, but otherwise he had it handled.
“Tanner and Mach are gonna play a set,” he said between the rush of orders, now that they were in a lull. “I shot them a text since we’re slow and they need the experience.”
“You’re going to play with them?” she asked. The question was most definitely a question, but it also seemed to be a request.
“You want me to sing to you?” he asked, letting his body brush hers as he moved to grab a fresh bottle of Jameson.
She turned. The front of her Brek’s Bar shirt brushed against his pecs. “You can always sing to me.”
“Then consider it done.”
The boys got settled on stage. Once things chilled, he grabbed a guitar and went to work with them—though, it was the furthest thing from work. Not when he was playing, and Becca was appreciating it.
And just when the world felt oh so very, very content—Becca filled a couple of beers on tap, Linx jammed with Tanner and Mach, and Kellie flirted with some other guy at the bar—the world tilted funny.
Bax and Knox—the other members of Dimefront—strode through the front door with manager Hans.
One glance to Linx making music with guys a decade their junior, and their expressions turned dark.
They did not look happy. Not at all.
Chapter 19
Linx
The part that pissed Linx off was not that his bandmates shot eye daggers at him every fifteen fucking seconds. No, that was fine. He could glare as well as the rest of them.
The part that pissed him off was they sat at the bar with Becca. His Becca.
Before he grabbed a barstool with the guys, Bax had wrapped her in a bear hug that lifted her right off her feet. Obviously, he remembered her, and that pissed Linx off even more. Bax had no business hugginghisBecca.
Brek played interference but didn’t seem pleased with the impromptu visit from Bax and Knox. Probably because he asked that when A-list planned on showing up, they give him a shout so he could increase security. Linx always played by those rules.
Bax and Knox obviously didn’t. Because if they’d given a shout, Brek would’ve fucking mentioned it.
Becca must’ve felt the tension flowing through the bar, but she didn’t let it slow her down. Knox flirted with her like she was a prospect for one of his one-night-only after shows. Though Linx couldn’t hear her, she had her passively-attentive-but-not-giving-him-anything-more-than-surface-attention expression on.
Linx was on the fourth—and final—refrain when Kellie approached the group. Knox turned his attention to her. Unfortunately, for everyone involved, Kellie ate up his advances.
Shit.
