ALMOST HOME by Williams Mary J

Author:Williams, Mary J.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Brook Publications
Published: 2019-12-03T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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KANE STEPPED INSIDE the hotel elevator. Three women, tourists, he imagined, back from a night on the town and a little tipsy. Middle aged, attractive, dressed in their glittery best, they looked him up and down and smiled. The invitation was unspoken but impossible to miss.

Not so long ago, he would have smiled back, asked them to join him for a drink, retired with one, two, or all three of them for the night. Instead, he kept his gaze on the doors as they opened. The women slowly exited without him.

Jax would say the fact Kane hadn’t acted on the obvious invitation was a sign of his growing maturity. Kane would say, fuck you, Jax. He was tired, that’s all. After almost a month of rehearsals and the hours spent in the recording studio, all he wanted at the end of the day was some time alone to wind down and sleep. Plenty of sleep.

Perhaps he had matured, Kane thought as he waited for the elevator to stop on his floor, though he wasn’t sure how he felt about trading in his wild ways. He was a young man. Then again, he’d done enough hard living in his twenty-three years to fill several lifetimes.

Hell, once Razor’s Edge began their stint as the opening act for The Ryder Hart Band World Tour, he’d find time to sow a few more wild oats. But for now, he was off the random hookups and limited himself to a few beers during the day and a couple of straight shots in the privacy of his room. Not the rotgut tequila he was raised on, but a two-hundred-dollar bottle of liquid gold meant to be sipped and savored, not swilled as his father taught him.

Kane swiped a hand over his mouth as his taste buds wept in anticipation. Under his arm, he carried a brand-spanking-new bottle. Breaking the seal, a virgin voyage. He grinned.

The bell on the elevator dinged, the doors swishing open, and Kane’s smile froze. Speaking of virgins, Joplin waited, one hand swiping at the screen on her phone, the other clutching the strap of a huge leather tote.

To be fair, Kane had no proof of Joplin’s sexual experience. She was a contradiction. A self-assured and highly capable young woman, one minute she exuded sensuality, the next an air of innocence. The combination drove him crazy.

Without looking up, Joplin adjusted her ever-present horn-rimmed glasses and entered the elevator. She and the members of Razor’s Edge had rooms on the eighteenth floor.

“Going to your room?” Kane asked. “Or should I push a different button?”

Joplin’s head popped up, her green eyes showing her surprise. Kane smiled. He rarely saw her at a loss for words and didn’t mind that he was the reason. His good humor faded when her gaze dropped to the bottle of tequila. A good four feet separated them, yet he could feel every inch of her disapproval.

“I’ve been a good boy, Joplin. Walked the straight and narrow. Deprived myself of what I really want.

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