A Bleu Streak Christmas by T. I. Lowe

Author:T. I. Lowe [Lowe, T. I.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B0117VJM22
Goodreads: 26181722
Published: 2015-09-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Mave

Idling in a private back lot of the arena, our tour buses sit twinkling blue from crazy-cool running lights—Blake did good on those bad boys. Something about the sound of the two diesel beasts rumbling always causes my skin to tingle with anticipation.

Blake and Tate took care of Ninja duties tonight since we had Kent and his family in the front row at the concert. Dillon even pulled his son on stage at one point and sung the littles dude’s favorite Christmas song on the fly. “Jingle Bells” was knocked out with all of us manning tambourines that Izzy hustled to gather from our stock at the last minute. That chick is always on it. Nothing slack about her.

“All right, doll. Looks like we are bunkmates for the next while.” I sling my arm around her shoulders and lead her over to the other bus. “This one has a blue shooting star over the door. Makes it easy to remember this one is the Bleu Family’s bus. Jewels told me Grace is already knocked out for the night, so she’ll have to give you a tour tomorrow. Logan and Ben bunk with them.”

“And on the other bus?” she asks, not sounding so sure of this.

I lead her over there and point to the silver shooting star over our door. “This is us. Jen is joining us in Alabama, so her and Trace get the bedroom.” I motion for her to enter and follow behind. Her gasp is out before I can take a step inside the front lounge area.

“Wow. This place is gorgeous.” She wanders along the small kitchen with all those stainless steel appliances that never get used and runs her fingers over the vibrant blue quartz countertops. “It’s so sophisticated.” Everything is etched in black, electric-blue, and silver hues.

“It’s too sophisticated for us punks, but we like it.” Tapping a beat on my thigh, I stand back and let her check the place out.

She stops to inspect the fully-stocked fridge. “Oh, I can whip up some French toast in the morning.”

“The kitchen may finally get used.” I laugh.

“What? You guys have this state-of-the-art kitchen on your bus, no less, and don’t use it?”

“For coffee and cereal.” I shrug as I look over all the stuff crammed in the fridge. “Looks like Blake was hopeful you’d break the kitchen in.”

“I bet you guys are starving. How about you show me where to put my bag and I’ll fix something now.”

She doesn’t have to say that twice. That protein shake after the show did nothing to satisfy my appetite. I pull the black velvet curtain back that separates the bunks from the living area. “Me and you are on the lower bunks with Max above you and Tate above me. Sorry to tell you, but Tate snores, so we all wear earbuds or plugs at night. In the very back is the bedroom. The leather sofa turns into a bed. Blake sleeps there.”

“I’ll sleep on the couch. I don’t want to take anyone’s bed.

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