“Fine,” I huffed.“How about everyone comes to practice next week with their three favorite names?And we’ll talk more about it then.But everyone has to agree on the name.No bullshit majority rules vote.All our voices matter in this.”
“Of course.”Lark nodded.
Bailey sent me a beaming smile.“Absolutely.”
I rolled my eyes and smiled.“Great.Can we get back to practicing now?”
“Such a slave driver,” Lark groaned.“You know I had practice with the guys today, right?”
“Uh, yeah.I was there.Remember?”
“Right.”Lark’s lips curled in like she was fighting a smile.“I seem to remember you and Noah going at it.Afteryou stared at him like a stalker from the edge of the stage.”
“What?”Bailey squealed.“Seriously?”
Lark nodded.“Oh yeah.Noah had taken his shirt off maybe three songs before the encore and—”
“Dammit, I missed that?Take a picture for me next time.He’s so yummy.”Bailey mocked a huge shiver.
I rolled my eyes again.
Lark laughed.“Right?So he was all sweaty with those toned abs on display and it looked like he’s had ink done since the last time I saw him shirtless.Now he has huge rocker letters on his—”
“Seriously?”I groaned.“Can we have one session that doesn’t devolve into a Noah Hawker Fanclub meeting?Please?”
“Are you really going to pretend like you weren’t drooling over him at practice today?”Lark drawled.
I narrowed my eyes at her but kept my mouth shut.There was no talking my way out of that.
“Oh wow.”Bailey breathed in fascination.“I always miss the good stuff.”
“Unless the good stuff is Noah barking at me for packing up too slow, you didn’t miss anything.He might be pretty, but he’s still an ass.”
“Only to you.”Lark raised her eyebrows.“Did you ever notice that?He’s all goofy or charming with everyone else, but he saves the ire for you.”
“Right.I guess that’s what happens when you narc on your boss for trying to smuggle drugs into a foreign country.”I might’ve signed an NDA for the band, but so had Lark and Bailey.
“Or maybe it’s the whole schoolboy torment-the-girl-you-like thing?”Bailey smirked.“Maybe Noah has a crush on you, too.”
I stomped over to my drum kit.“I don’t have a crush on Noah Hawker.The man is an ass.”
“But what a fine ass the ass has.”Lark grinned at me.
I picked up my sticks.“I didn’t notice his ass.”
“Right.”Lark was still grinning as she sat behind her keyboard.“Because you were too busy looking at his abs.”
My scowl didn’t lessen her glee at all.“Let’s get going.”I slammed my sticks together.“One, two, three…”
And I might’ve been picturing Noah’s stupid face on my skins as I banged away.
His stupid, pretty face.
Dammit.
Chapter 4
Noah
