Down To You_Rockstar Romance by Jayne Frost

Author:Jayne Frost [Frost, Jayne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sixth Street Press
Published: 2018-09-03T16:00:00+00:00

34

Logan stepped onto the private balcony, blue eyes roaming over me from tip to toe. Dressed for the gig tonight, he wore his favorite jeans—faded with holes in both knees—and a black T-shirt that fit like a second skin.

His hair had grown out since we started the tour and fell over his eyes, messy in all the right ways. And he hadn’t bothered to shave. All and all, he looked every inch the rock god. And suddenly, the thought of thousands of women checking him out did things to my stomach.

Bad things.

Painful things.

Dropping into the chair beside my lounger, Logan frowned as he continued his slow perusal of my body. Even though we’d been naked together for the majority of the last three days, this was different. Stretched out on my stomach under the unforgiving sun in just a bikini, I felt more exposed than I ever had when we were in bed.

I was about to sit up and pull on my robe when he said, “You’re going to burn, baby. How long have you been out here?”

I smiled. “Not long. And I won’t burn.”

He picked up my foot, and I almost purred as he began to rub small circles on my instep. “I’m not so sure about that. You look a little pink.”

My eyes drifted closed. “Trust me, I never burn. I’m half-Mexican.”

He stopped rubbing. “Really?”

“Um-hmm … on my mother’s side.” When he didn’t say anything, I twisted to look at him. “You seem surprised.”

And how could I blame him? My bronze glow had faded years ago. With the exception of my yearly trip to the Guadalupe River in the spring, I never got any sun.

“No, I can see it,” he said, returning to his task. “I was just thinking about Zoe. I assumed your mom was blond, since your sister’s so …”

He squirmed, and I smiled. “Fair?” If there was a politically correct term for “white,” that was it. But I hated mincing words. “Chalky? Pasty? Kind of like you?”

One brow quirked high. “I’m not chalky, princess.”

I laughed, resting my cheek on my folded arms. “Whatever you say. But … Zoe … she’s adopted. Kind of.”

“How is someone ‘kind of’ adopted?”

“She’s a foster child.” My tone turned wistful as I thought about my sister, the way she’d looked the first day I saw her. “She’s been with my parents since she was four. Courtney, her birth mother, is in prison, but,” I heaved a sigh, “she hasn’t given up her rights.”

Logan’s heavy gaze found mine. “Why?”

He’d done it again—unearthed something so personal. Without even trying.

“Because of me, I think. The first Damaged album hit right after Zoe was placed in my parents’ care. I’m not sure, but I think Courtney might be looking for a payday when she gets out.”

“And when will that be?”

“Soon. Trevor’s on it, though. He says we don’t have anything to worry about.”

But I was worried. And I think Logan sensed it. Because he didn’t say anything more.

After a long moment, I felt the cushion on my lounger dip when he dropped a knee onto the side.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.