“Cool, man.” Trent steps forward and holds out his hand. “We’ll see you soon. Welcome to Three UglyGuys.”
“Appreciate it. Thankyou.”
“You’ve got decent chops.” The only honest compliment I can give. My lackluster excitement for this new guy is due in part to my overpowering concern for Iz. Maybe that’s unfair, but it’sreal.
“Thanks, man.” He shakes myhand.
“Get our numbers before you take off. We should celebrate. Tonight,” Austinsays.
Bedo’s frown appears with his disapproval. “No. No going out. I mean it, we can’t have any more bad press. Notnow.”
“Come on, Bedo! Don’t be a killjoy. We need to initiate our man Coy into the bandproperly.”
“I’m not fucking around,Austin.”
“I’m not either. One night out. Just dinner. We’ll behave. Be home before midnight.Promise.”
Bedo nods his head, lips still mashed in a tight line when he finally gives in. “Dinner and drinks. No clubs. Home byeleven.”
“Fine.” Austin rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath as he passes me on the way out the door. “He’s gonna hire us a fucking sitternext.”
I’m ready to leave and get back to the house, so I jog and catch up to Austin, leaving Trent to resume the small talk. I’m also curious whether the gorgeous brown eyes that watched me with interest on the way in is still hiding behind her magazine. By the way she was sitting I couldn’t tell whether her body was banging, but those eyes . . . fuck, they were soulful and raw and real. They’re the reason for the extra bounce in my step as I listen to Austin bitch and moan about our most recent Bedo-imposedcurfew.
We turn the corner to the reception room and fuck, there she is. This time the magazine lays open in her lap and she bites at the skin on her lower lip, completely engrossed in the literature. I wonder whether she’s really that into sound equipment. Maybe she’s here for an interview and I’ll get to run into her from time totime.
Yeah, she’s gorgeous. Not in a traditional sort of way, but it’s those big brown eyes combined with her tiny frame and hair so flat and smooth it looks like silk. Her outfit, an all-black ensemble, would be plain and boring really, if it weren’t for the flashy jewelry she’s paired with it. The metal and glass catch the light and draws my interest further. Yeah, she’s simplybeautiful.
Before I can get her number, Trent comes from the hallway and slings his arms around both me and Austin. “Let’s go home sweet home, fuckers!” He practicallyshouts.
Little Miss Doe Eyes snaps her chin up to follow thesound.
My chest roars with delight when her stare lands on me first. I wink at her again, just like I did on the way in, and this time I get to stare long enough to watch her cheeks stain with pink. The blush is cute. Innocent. Something I don’t witness much in the women Imeet.
My gaze locks with hers, and I find it impossible to look away. I don’t get to ogle long though, because with a shove at my back and a few steps forward, Trent pushes the three of us out the door where we pile into Austin’s Jeep for our ride back to thehouse.
I don’t know who she is, or whether I’ll ever see her again, but damn if I can’t get her and those big brown eyes out of myhead.
