Victory RUN 1 by Devon Hartford

Author:Devon Hartford [Hartford, Devon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Alpha Male, Romantic Suspense, Contemporary, Coming of Age, Music, Heavy Metal, New Adult
Publisher: Devon Hartford
Published: 2014-06-06T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

VICTORY

I open the back door of The Cobra Lounge and walk right into Brown Eyes. More precisely, the headstock of my Fender hits him in the stomach.

“Oof!” he laugh grunts. “I knew you were dangerous with that thing!”

“Sorry!” I plead. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he grins.

We stand there staring at each other like dumb teenagers.

Wow, he’s really hot now that I’m standing toe to toe with him. Tall, athletic, rugged, and leading man handsome. His muscled arms are covered in sexy tattoos.

He runs a hand through his hair, his biceps and triceps flexing like he’s posing for a photo shoot for “Sexiest Man Alive” only he’s not. He sounds bashful when he says¸ “You were awesome back there.”

“Back where?” I’m suddenly flustered. I don’t know what he’s talking about.

“Onstage?” he says uncertainly. “With your band?” He raises his eyebrows “Playing guitar?”

“Oh,” I smile. Wow, I sound like an idiot. I feel my cheeks heat. I know I’m blushing. What’s wrong with me? I have a boyfriend. He’s inside the green room of The Cobra Lounge, twenty feet behind me. An image of Suit Guy flashes in my head and my flush fades as I go cold. Something is wrong with Scott, I know it.

“Love the Strat,” Brown Eyes says.

“What?” I’m totally confused.

He flicks his eyes at my guitar, “Your Strat?”

“Oh, uh, thanks.”

“I take it you’re a Hendrix fan? You dropped that Purple Haze lick into your song onstage.”

“You caught that?” I say skeptically.

“Totally,” he smiles. He has really nice teeth.

A voice in my head says, Hello! You have a boyfriend!

I grin stupidly at Brown Eyes. I’m going to get into trouble if I keep talking to him.

He says, “You’re a big fan of Yngwie, aren’t you?”

He sure asks a lot of questions. Usually guys as hot as him are dumber than doorknobs. He’s way too cute to know who Yngwie is.

“Yeah,” I say nervously. I need to get away from him. Now. I look around for the best escape route. Down the alley behind The Cobra, or out to the side street? I’ll be alone in the alley with Brown Eyes if I go that way. Not a good idea. Bad things might happen. The kind of bad things I like.

To the side street!

My heels click-clack across the bumpy asphalt in the alley.

Brown Eyes falls into step beside me and says, “Your Marshall sounds awesome. Did you have it modified, or is it a stock head?”

He’s talking about my amplifier, the one I use on stage. I say, “It’s stock, but I use a DOD Overdrive pedal for my leads, sometimes a Tube Screamer, just like—”

“—Yngwie,” he finishes.

I smile at him. How did he know that?

My head shouts at me, What are you thinking, girl! B-O-Y-F-R-I-E-N-D! His name is Scott? Remember him!!!! Back in the green room? Wake up, Wendy Wandering Eyes!

I start walking again, willing Brown Eyes to leave me alone. Not that I want him to. But he needs to go before I do something as stupid as I’m feeling right now.

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