Rock Star: The Song (Book 1 of a Bad Boy Romance) by Kate Ward

Author:Kate Ward [Ward, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lakeside Publishing
Published: 2015-11-29T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Outside the air was cool against my skin. My insides were doing loops at the thought of peeling off her clothes. The feel of her warm, small hand inside mine ignited carnal thoughts. Her cute little laugh and fit body were just what I needed to take my mind off the past few weeks. Mia had picked the perfect place.

We couldn’t drive back. Both of us had drunk far too much. Thankfully the weather was good. And the bar was on the outskirts of town. It would take us the better part of half an hour to walk back to my place.

Meghan wanted to get her phone from her truck before we left. Just out of the corner of my eye I caught two trucks parked diagonally. Their headlight beams were on, and music was being played loudly from their speakers.

“Hey.”

“Just ignore them.”

We kept on walking toward her truck. The sound of an engine kicked in and I craned my neck to see one of the pickup trucks heading our way.

“Meghan,” a voice said.

She ignored him, as did I.

“Who’s this?”

“Kyle, go back to your drink.”

The truck came to a halt just in front of Meghan’s, blocking our path. As we attempted to go round it, it crept forward. It was then I got a good look at the two male occupants inside. They both wore baseball caps that were stained with oil. One them had a scar over his left cheek. The one who had spoken earlier leaned out of his window.

“Now that’s not very polite, is it?”

“What do you want, Kyle?”

He shot me a glance. His eyes scanning me as if sizing me up. Was a threat to him? Who was I?

“New guy?”

“A friend of mine.”

“I’ve not seen you around here.” Then he began to laugh before turning to his buddy who was still in the passenger seat. “Don’t he look like… that singer… what’s his name?”

His friend muttered a few names. People who I’d even had the chance to play alongside.

“Move out the way, Kyle,” Meghan said, sounding even more impatient.

“I’ll move it when I’m good and ready. Ain’t no one telling me what to do, especially you.”

I had never been one to stand on the sidelines watching. I guess that’s why I went into the business. Standing around dreaming was never my idea of excitement. I glanced at the other truck. They had turned their music down, no doubt to enjoy the night’s entertainment. I returned my gaze to the driver.

“What the hell you looking at?”

“Give it a rest, Kyle. Do you want me to call the cops? I don’t think your daddy is going to like that,” Meghan said.

That’s when the door creaked open and he stepped out. He was rugged in appearance. He wore torn-up jeans, brown combat boots and a white tank top. Now Kyle didn’t exactly sport an MMA fighter’s body. But anyone could tell he didn’t drink a lot. There was no gut as I imagined there might be from a small-town guy, who had nothing better to do than drink his way to a heart attack.

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