Meeting Trouble (New Adult Rock Star Romance) (5 page)

“
So, you can sing, pretty boy, but can you play?” Voss turned his gaze to Rob.

“
I’m a crappy guitar player.” Rob fingered the napkin under his beer and flushed. “I play just enough to write songs. But I really admire what you do.”

“
Thanks.” Voss turned to pay the waitress for the beer and two shots she set on the table, but she waved it away, telling him it was on the house. He drank the shots fast, hissing after each one, and then twisted the cap off the beer.

“
So, I’m curious.” Rob watched him down half the beer. “I’ve heard you’ve gone to open tuning—with a capo?”

Voss set his beer down and raised an eyebrow at me.
“And the boy said he couldn’t play!”

“
I know a lot,” Rob replied, looking sheepish. “I just don’t practice enough.”

“
Nah.” Voss nodded toward the stage. “I tune her just like everybody else, son. But I’ve found the capo does some good work on the right fret.”

I looked at them both like they
were speaking alien, taking a sip of my beer and turning to watch Uncle Joey. People whistled and hollered for more so he started banging on the piano again. He looked like he was having a great time.

“
Cool!” Rob’s voice brought my attention back to the table. “That’s like playing every song in ‘E’! No wonder your sliding licks work the way they do!”

Voss nodded, signaling the waitress again.

“Trade secrets, musicians only.” Then he glanced at me and smiled that lopsided smile, amending himself. “Musicians and pretty ladies.”

Rob and Voss started talking guitars and slides and licks and I tuned them out again. I liked watching, Rob
’s eyes shining as he talked music with one of his idols, Voss smiling and looking at him like any elder would some young buck—tolerant, patient and a little amused. Voss finished off four more shots, following those with two more beers as they talked. I was still nursing my first, but Rob was on his third.

“
So, pretty lady, do you sing?” Voss flicked open his lighter and lit another cigarette. It just added to the image of the raspy-voiced blues artist.

“
No.” I blushed. “Only in the shower.”

“
Now that I’d like to see.” Voss leaned back in his chair, tipping the legs up.

“
Don’t let her fool you. She’s amazing.” Rob, who I thought had forgotten about me while they were lost in conversation, turned to put his arm over my shoulder.

“
No, I’m not!” I gaped at him, pinching his leg under the table.

“
So, pop star, wanna come up and sing something with me?” Voss offered, but he was still looking at me.

“
Me? Really?” Rob’s jaw dropped.

“
Sure.” Voss stabbed his just-lit cigarette out. “I’m due up there in half an hour. I’ll call you and the pretty lady up for a song.”

My heart beat in my throat so hard I couldn
’t even talk.

“
Hell, yeah!” Rob accepted. “We’d love to!”

Voss got up, downing the rest of his beer and tossing some money on the table
for the waitress in spite of her insistence the drinks were on the house.

“
See you in a few.” He gave me another wink before wandering toward the bar.

“
I can’t believe you!” I hissed. “There is no way I’m going to get up there!”

“
Oh, come on, don’t be a killjoy.” Rob poked my ribs. “I’ll sing—you just stand there and be the pretty lady.”

“
Very funny, Mr. Burns.” I gave him a sour look, lips pursed, eyes narrowed.

“
How about another beer? Or a shot?” Rob signaled to the waitress. “That will loosen you up!”

“
I’m a lightweight and you know it.”

“
Yep.” He ordered two shots.

When she set them down, the blonde leaned down and whispered something into Rob
’s ear again.

“
Sure, where?” he asked. I watched as she lifted her shirt free from her skirt, exposing her smooth belly, a little hoop in her navel. She handed him a Sharpie, and I watched, my arms folded across my chest, as she turned around and pulled her skirt down her hip, revealing a small tattoo of “Hello Kitty.”

“
Right over the pussy.” She lifted her shirt out of the way, revealing a smooth expanse of skin. Rob signed his name there, right over “Hello Kitty’s” head. The girl turned and kissed him. She aimed for his mouth but he turned his head and she got more cheek than she wanted.

I grabbed for the shot she set in front of me, frowning at the dark amber-colored liquid. I downed it, choking and coughing as it burned its way through my chest, my eyes watering. I smacked the table a few times, as if the motion would move the fire through me a little faster.

Rob lifted the colorless shot at me. “This one was yours. Peach schnapps. You just drank the whiskey.”

I grabbed it from him, swallowing. It burned less this time, the taste a little sweeter. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, feeling my eyes watering again, tears slipping down my temples. I opened my eyes, looking for my beer.

“Well, that should loosen you up!” Rob stared at me, open-mouthed.

He wasn
’t kidding. I didn’t drink often, and when I did, it was more along the lines of wine coolers and mixed drinks. I was never much of a party girl in high school and college. I’d never done a shot in my life. I felt fuzzy almost immediately. It brought a dull buzzing sensation, like a livewire loose in my head.
It’ll fade,
I reasoned with myself.
Just a matter of time, right?

“
So, what do you wanna sing?” Rob pulled my chair toward him so he could talk into my ear. On stage, Uncle Joey continued banging on the piano and playing his harp. The notes seemed less sharp, softer around the edges, since the two shots.

“
Janis,” I said immediately. There was only one song I thought I could sing well. “The one we sang in the car… do you think the band knows it?”

“
Probably.” Rob’s hand moved to my shoulder, his thumb caressing the skin of my neck. I leaned into him with a small sigh.

“
I am so glad we came here,” he whispered into my ear,

I met his eyes and even in my sudden alcohol fog, I saw the dazzled look there. The star was star struck.

“Me, too.”

I was beyond  glad, in spite of this new karaoke surprise. Was I really going to get up on stage with Rob Burns and Jimmy Voss? The thought made me feel a little nauseous.

“Be right back.” I stood and the room tilted. I put my hand on Rob’s shoulder to steady myself as things righted themselves.

I grabbed my purse and threaded my way through tables and into the ladies
’ room. While I was in the stall, I heard the blond waitress come into the bathroom, giggling with another girl and talking about never washing her ass again. I waited until they left before I ventured out to wash my hands.

I stood at the mirror, wishing now I hadn
’t dressed this way. The fishnets and boots seemed too slutty, the black mini-skirt too short, the black button-down blouse tucked into it much too tight and low-cut. Katie had approved it before we left but, of course, she approved it for a rock star fan, not for standing on stage singing with a rock star. That hadn’t exactly been in the plan.

I smoothed my
long, dark hair again and touched up my make-up, my hands trembling. It was the first time I’d seen my forehead after the accident and I lifted my hair to explore the wound. It was dark purple, a clear line through the middle of the bump where the edge of the door had hit my head. I used make-up to cover it the best I could, letting my hair fall over it.

I stared into the mirror at my reflection and f
or the first time since we’d left the arena, I wondered what Katie and Tyler were doing, and I wondered too, for the first time, what
I
was doing. Yes, I was star struck over Rob Burns, and yes, I found myself very attracted to him, and yes, I had no doubt I would end up at his hotel tonight if that’s what I wanted.

At least, I was pretty sure...

So what was I going to do, give up this opportunity? Should I just drive him to his hotel and call it a night? I knew I wasn’t much more to him than the blonde whose ass he had autographed with a marker. I just happened, by chance and circumstance, to be one tiny step above that.

Still, a voice in my head kept telling me this was all going too fast, I shouldn
’t be doing this, Sabrina Taylor wasn’t this kind of girl, and on top of all that, the voice kept insistently repeating
, he’s married, you know.
Slinging my purse over my shoulder, I headed for the door, wondering if one more shot might shut that voice up for good.

When I returned to the table, Voss was on stage,
Uncle Joey with him this time, along with the band. I considered begging off, even telling Rob I was going to leave and ask him to call a cab. But when he smiled and offered me a chair, that thought immediately left my head. I knew I was going to get on stage with Rob Burns and Jimmy Voss and sing something, in spite of the butterflies in my stomach.

Thank God for liquid courage.
I had the waitress bring me another beer. Rob raised an eyebrow and winked as I drank half of it in a few gulps and then wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. When Jimmy ended the song, he looked right at us. Right at
me.
And he grinned. I turned to Rob, about to say something, but I couldn’t seem to form any words.

“
Got a little treat for you, folks!” Voss nodded toward Rob. “We got a regular ole rock star in the audience tonight! Everybody—Rob Burns from
Trouble!”
The blonde waitress squealed and a few others whistled and applauded, encouraging the crowd to acknowledge him. Rob looked embarrassed as he half-rose and sort of waved.

“
Bring the pretty lady on up here.” Jimmy winked at me. “Let’s do a little Janis tonight.”

Rob grabbed my arm as he stood. I couldn
’t do anything but follow. He steadied me as we climbed the steps to the stage, and I was glad, because I was shaky.

Jimmy leaned over and whispered in my ear,
“Don’t be nervous, darlin’… just imagine all those folks in their underwear… I know that’s how I’m imaginin’ you…”

I flushed but managed to smile at him, still feeling weak-kneed. I hadn
’t even looked out toward the audience yet. Just the thought of all those people staring at us made me dizzy. Voss cued the band and they started to play. I recognized the music right away. I’d sung karaoke to this a million times.
Just like karaoke, no big deal.

I didn
’t believe it for a minute.

“
You okay?” Rob whispered, leading me toward a mic. I nodded, not trusting my voice. I hoped I was going to have one when I was supposed to sing. The song had no intro to speak of—it wasn’t a guitar song, it was a vocal song. It didn’t show Jimmy’s skill at all, and I knew he was playing it because it was what I said I could sing.

The question is…
can I?

When Rob started to sing, I cleared my throat and leaned in with him, but my voice shook. I
’d made the mistake of looking out into the audience. I didn’t want to know how many people were out there, but it felt like a million.

Rob grabbed my chin and turned my face to him, singing and looking into my eyes. God, his eyes were so
dark! Like a sweet devil’s eyes. Rob nodded, encouraging me. I felt pulled into the moment, just like I had in the car, leaning in to share the mic with him. I forgot everything but the song and his eyes, feeling something pass between us as our voices melded, something warm flowing through me, the sound of us together moving in waves.

We made it through the second verse, and I felt something loosening in my chest. I let my voice open a bit, going with the surge and swell of the music. We got to the part of the song Janis started really letting go on, and I wondered how this was going to work. I glanced behind me at
Uncle Joey pounding on the piano and smiled.

Then I closed my eyes and sailed through the whole part before I realized Rob was letting me sing it by myself. When I opened my eyes, he smiled at me, but he
’d backed off from the microphone.

My eyes must have shown my panic, because he took my hand and popped the mic off the stand, handing it to me. I shook my head, and someone up front in the audience yelled,
“Yeah, let her sing it!”

“
Bring it home, little darlin’.” Voss grinned.

I closed my eyes and sang my heart out. I was doing it—I was singing—in front of a live audience, with
Uncle Joey playing on piano behind me, Jimmy Voss on guitar, and Rob Burns standing aside and watching me with something akin to awe in his eyes.

I wondered when someone was going to pinch me and wake me up.