Adam collapsed onto me. “Does that count for a workout, He-Man? You know, all that planking?”
I chuckled and ran my fingers through his wavy locks. “It was impressive, so maybe. But we gotta go. You have a show to perform today, baby.”
He groaned and heaved himself off me, giving me the best view of his naked ass as he walked toward the bathroom. He looked over his shoulder at me when I hadn’t moved.
“Hurry up, babe. I’ve a show to perform, and I can’t go without my bodyguard.”
Damn, he made me happy.
* * *
The cheers were deafening asFallen Angel took the stage. Cole stepped up to the mike and waved to the crowd.
“Hey there Portland! How ya doing Seattle?”
The fans cheered as Owen strummed his guitar, signaling Sam to tap them in.
I was mesmerized by the entire show, watching as Adam played and sang. An unmistakable swell of gratitude grew within me for William and Claire Bradley. They’d saved him, and I would be forever grateful.
Adam glanced over at where I stood with a wide stance and my arms crossed over my chest. Our eyes locked, and I gave him a wink and the sexy grin he loved. His smile lit me up like nothing else ever had.
Dreamboat elbowed me. “You’re gone for him, aren’t you?”
I looked at my friend of eight years and nodded. “Yeah. Pretty much.”
“I’m happy for you, man. He’s a good guy.”
I nodded and looked at Adam. “He’s the best.”
He really was. I just had to figure out a way to convince him to believe that.
When they’d finished their set, the crowd roared as they waved and left the stage. If this was any indication of how their fans would react on tour, Jesse needed to consider more security for them. Dreamboat and Daredevil were here with me and GQ to box them in and escort them out.
I handed Adam his bottle of water as he walked between me and GQ toward where the Pirates lined the tunnel, waiting to take the field. Marcus Monroe and Patrick stood at the front of the line waiting for us to get out of their way.
“Great job, little brother!” Patrick said to Adam, raising his hand for a high five, then stepping in to give him a bro-hug. He lifted him into the air, making Adam grunt.
“Thanks, Pat,” Adam choked out when he was back on his feet.
Owen and Sam followed us, stopping to shake hands with a few players as we made our way to the end.
Adam turned nervously and waited for Cole to approach them. “This is the first time they’ve been in front of the media since the interview, and I’m nervous as fuck for them.”
I slung my arm over his shoulder. “They’ve got this, Rockstar.”
We watched as Patrick held his hand up with a big grin on his face, waiting for Cole. The world knew the three of them had grown up together, so hopefully this wouldn’t be seen as anything more than best friends congratulating each other.
Cole grinned and gave him a high five, lacing their fingers together before Patrick pulled him in for a hug. We watched as he held on to Cole a little longer and whispered something in his ear. Cole nodded, then backed away just as Marcus stepped in for the same bro-hug. When he let go and said a few words, Greg Foster, Declan Miller, and Alex Hayes stood in to congratulate their friend. Waiting at the end of the line, holding his helmet, Dominick Rossi stood with Jesse and high-fived Cole.
I didn’t know those guys like GQ did, but from what I’d just witnessed, I wanted to. Everything he’d said about them was true. They were there to support each other no matter what. The only one missing was Jackson Kincaid.
“Holy shit,” Adam mused as we watched a grinning Cole make his way toward us. “Did you see that? They just took the spotlight off them.”
“Yeah, they did,” I said, draping my arm over his shoulder.
Adam stepped up to hug Cole when he reached us. “Let’s go watch the game in Patrick’s suite. He always orders food when I’m here. Mom and Dad are already up there.”
Grinning, Adam looked at him. “Everything’s good, right?”
