Hewhispered under his breath, “I can’t believe this is happening.”
Mylipscurledand my heart fluttered as I replied, “Ican.”
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TheLogan Philadelphia Hotel was the epitome of luxury. Devin and I walked togetherinto the lobby like theBeverly Hillbillies, fingers interlaced andtense with anxious excitement.
“Devin,”I whispered, wrenching from his grip as I ran ahead to touch the fabric of thecouch, sandwiched between the flanking staircases leading to the bar. “Oh myGod,this isgorgeous. Come here and touch this. I want this couch.”
“Okay,okay, but hold on, look atthese.” His face was turned upward, staringat the two chandeliers, comprised entirely of photographs. “You should do thisin Black & Brewed,” he mused, nodding to himself. “Hang pictures of all thefamous RiverCanyonites.”
Iwalked slowly toward him, my face stretched into a painful smile, and I wrappedmy arms around his waist. “Who would that be? William Fuller and you?”
Hischeeks flourished with bright crimson as one arm circled my shoulders, pullingme against his hard body. “Well, I don’t know aboutme, but …”
“Doyouseewhere you are right now? That couch over there is worth morethan everything in our apartment. You’re on your way, babe.”
Inan overwhelming urge to ensure that this was real life and not a dream, Devingrasped my hand and pulled me into him. He dipped his neck, thrusting his mouthhard against mine, prying my lips open with his energetic tongue and withinfractions of a second, we were making out enthusiastically in the lobby of oneof Philly’s most prestigious hotels.
“Knockit off, lovebirds. Some of us have to actually work to get laid tonight,”Robbie chided, walking by us with his guitar slung over one shoulder. Hewaltzed through the place like it was nothing special, nothing to beappreciated, and there it was again; the unsettling friction of being rubbedthe wrong way.
Smilingagainst my lips, Devin chuckled, without fraction of embarrassment. “Fuckinghell, Kylie, I love you so much. I’m so happy you’re here.”
“Soam I,” I grinned, squeezing around his middle before stepping backward.
Sebastianand Ty came to join underneath the chandeliers, while Robbie moseyed aroundwith aggravating nonchalance. He was the seasoned veteran and he was making nosecret of it. Richard came to stand with the four of us and beckoned the coolguitarist over with a wave of his hand.
“Okay,all of us are on the same floor. Devin and Kylie, I have the two of you in theJames Logan Suite.” He handed us each a card key. “Sebastian and Ty, you’re ina double room suite across the hall from them.”
“Ihave to share a suite?” Disgruntled, Sebastian lowered his brows, eyeing thecard in his hand with bitter disdain.
“We’reall sharing,” Richard said, narrowing his eyes at the shaggy-headed blonde.
“It’llbe fun, bro,” Ty said, clapping him on the back. “I’ll braid your hair for youand you can paint my nails.”
“Wonderful,”Sebastian grunted, pocketing the key and crossing his arms. “You better notsnore, bro. I don’t tolerate that crap.”
“Comeon, just give me my key, Richie,” Robbie demanded, thrusting his open palm intothe center of our pow-wow.
Richardplaced a key into his hand. “You’re bunking with me.”
“Wonderful,”Robbie beamed with a condescending grin. “And I swear to God, Richie Rich; ifyou cockblock me, I’m making your life miserable.”
“Iwouldn’t think of doing such a thing,” Richard drawled with an impatient sigh.“You think you could remember that we have a lady with us, huh, Rob?”
Robbienarrowed his eyes at me. “I think Princess Kylie knows all about the birds andthe bees by now, don’t you, Your Highness? O’Leary’s been giving you somelessons?”
Devin’snostrils flared, his grip tightened on my shoulder and Richard pressed the backof his hand against Robbie’s chest.
“That’senough. Let’s relax, go grab dinner, do a little sightseeing—whatever. We’llregroup in the morning, okay? Enjoy the rest of your night, boys …andgirl.” And I felt the warmth of his smile in my heart.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Devin
“How long do you thinkit’ll be before Ican’t walk the streets, without sunglasses and a hat?” I asked, grippingKylie’s hand in mine as we casually walked the streets of Philadelphia. ThatBruce Springsteen song sifted through my ears and I hummed a few bars as sheturned and smiled up at me.
“Yousaw that first show,” she reminded me. “There were a few hundred people in thatclub—I looked it up. And they went fuckingcrazyover you. I’d say itwon’t be too long until you’re incognito all the time.”
