The Opposite Of Right by Barth Christi

Author:Barth, Christi [Barth, Christi]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2015-11-03T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIVE

Once they finished sound check, Cam found himself up by the front of the Majestic Theatre. At the goody table. He’d told Jake he was checking on the setup. See if they needed to order more bumper stickers and CDs to be shipped to their next stop in Minneapolis. But really? Cam was checking on the goody girl.

Kylie looked like all the women in the audience of their shows. No, that wasn’t it. She dressed like all the other women, in a white tank with some lace hugging her curves and denim shorts. Cam could walk out into downtown Madison and probably find five other women beating the summer stickiness in the same outfit. But none of them would look like Kylie.

Something about her blew him away. She was pretty, with the pale skin and bright red hair, sure. But it was more than that. Cam just couldn’t put his finger on it. So he’d keep circling her until he could. Kylie was a melody running through his brain. One that didn’t have words yet. And nothing drove him more crazy than an unfinished song.

He thwacked the tall pile of bright blue Riptide shirts. “You ready to rake in the dough for us tonight?”

“You’re the one who gets the people in the door. I just take advantage of them once they’re here,” she said, looking up with a smug grin.

“Thatta girl.” Cam snaked an arm around her waist. Just as fast, Kylie spun out of the embrace.

“What are you doing?”

Damned if he knew. “We finished sound check. I’ve got some time to kill. Thought it’d be nice to do it with you.”

“You said nobody can know we’re hooking up. That means no groping in public, random, accidental or otherwise. I’m okay with doing the wrong thing in private, but we shouldn’t do it out here in the open.”

How come he topped her by four years, but Kylie sometimes came off as the older and wiser of the two of them? For a girl with no real-life experience, she had a core of strength and sass that amazed him. Using his hand as a loose manacle around her wrist, he said, “You’re right. So come with me.”

“What about the goody table?” she asked as he pulled her through the lobby to a small door next to the popcorn machine.

“Theater’s locked up tight for at least another two hours. You could leave John Lennon’s autographed guitar on that table, and it’d still be there when we get back.” Cam grabbed a key off the top rim of the machine, right where it had been the last time he was there. Did a quick three-sixty to make sure no one was around to witness their disappearing act, then unlocked the door.

A single bulb lit the dusty, spiral staircase. It creaked loudly beneath their every step. Kylie kept a death grip on the narrow iron bannister. “How old is this place, anyway?”

“It opened in 1906 as a vaudeville theater. There’s more than a century of performances buzzing through the walls of this place.

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