We gathered around the table in the conference room where the muffins and two thermal carafes of coffee sat waiting for us. When everyone had their breakfast, Aidan dropped the first bit of news.
“Greer Rowan’s office called and wants Fallen Angel to perform at halftime on Thanksgiving. The Pirates are playing Seattle that afternoon, so they thought the guys might like the added exposure.”
Daredevil shifted in his seat, listening intently. I grinned, thinking about how Adam would react. “Seventy thousand people screaming their names? I bet they say yes.”
Aidan nodded, then wrote something down on his paper. “I’m going to call Cole later. I guess they’re rehearsing today?”
He looked at me for confirmation, and I nodded. “Yep, I just dropped Adam off. They should all be there.”
“Good,” he replied. “I’ve also got a few interviews lined up for a tour manager. Dare, you might want to sit in since you’re going to have to work with them.”
Austin nodded. “Yeah, no problem. Just let me know when.”
“I will,” Aidan added, then motioned to Jesse. “Where are we with Adam’s situation?”
Now I straightened in my seat, waiting for him to update us.
“I’m pestering the fuck out of the detective assigned to the case. I’ve given Ramirez everything he needs to find her, but I want to do a little digging myself.” Jesse looked at me. “Is there anything we’re missing?”
I nodded once. “His father. I’m gonna see if I can find him.”
“Does he want you to do that?”
I shrugged. “He has mixed feelings, but he’s good with it. If this thing ends the way we think it will, it might be good for him to have his dad, if he’s a good guy. If not, he’ll stay unknown. I won’t let anything hurt him again.”
Everyone went quiet for a moment, absorbing that tidbit. Aidan was the first to speak.
“Find him. If you need help to get into any records, let me know. I still have a few friends in Seattle who might be able to help—legally.”
When everything had been covered, we stood to leave.
“Austin,” Aidan said. “Stop by my office. I have some resumes for you to look over.”
He looked around and nodded once. “Sure.”
With this wrapped up, I grabbed one of Magda’s muffins for Adam and headed back to keep an eye on my rockstar.
CHAPTER11
ADAM
“What shouldI wear for our date tonight, Rockstar?”
I turned at the soft-spoken, sultry words to find He-Man leaning against the doorway wearing nothing but a smile and a very low slung towel.
“Uh,” I eloquently replied as I took in the sight of him. I stood shirtless, in nothing but my sweats.
My eyes took in every exposed inch of skin and every tattoo. Scanning his body from his chiseled jaw to his firm chest, I tried not to blink as my eyes meandered down his torso to find my new favorite letter—V.
I leaned forward to get a better look as one of my eyelids started blinking more rapidly than the other.
That’s what happened when all my blood pooled in my dick. The only functioning cells left in my head were in one eyelid.
I knew He-Man’s body was probably ripped. The way those t-shirts hugged his body was a dead giveaway, but this was the first time I was getting an up-close glimpse of his body. There were not enough words inWebster’s Dictionaryto describe him.
“You okay, Rockstar?”
My eyes darted up to find the fucker smirking at me. He knewexactlywhat he was doing. If he was kicking his conflicts to the curb, so was I. At least for right now. When he stepped forward, my breathing stopped in anticipation of his touch and I was sure I just might pass out.
