Stand (Black Addiction Book 3) by T Gephart

Author:T Gephart [Gephart, T]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: T Gephart
Published: 2016-06-26T21:00:00+00:00

Jules was still sick.

Whatever demon had possessed her wasn’t letting her go just yet. It was like the exorcist, but with better hair. The last twenty-four hours far from pretty as she spent some quality time camped out on the bathroom floor connecting with Jesus.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything before I go?” I cracked open the bathroom door just enough to toss her a Gatorade and bottle of Clorox. I really hoped she didn’t get the two confused; one call to the Poison Information Line was enough for one lifetime.

“No, no get out of here before I infect you with the plague.” She waved me off, her arms flapped wildly in front of her as she opened the Gatorade. Good, she got the right one. “Go live your life, be happy. See hot men on stage.” She laid her head on her arm dramatically. “There’s no hope for me, but you still have a chance.”

She really had missed her calling. My head shook as I watched the theatrics on my bathroom floor, resisting the urge to tip her.

“Call me if you need anything.” I gave her a wave from the doorway, short of sitting down in the hall and watching, there wasn’t anything more I could do for her. And besides, I really wanted to go.

My nerves jangled wildly as I hopped into a cab, the ride not taking as long as I’d thought it would. The traffic gods had smiled on us, the cab pulling up to the destination just as they were letting people in the door.

Ordinarily, I hated to be among the first few people in the club, especially if I was alone. The awkward standing around while waiting for a band to go on sucked. But I wasn’t making the same mistake as last time, crawling in at the last possible minute and getting stuck towards the back. Nope, not this time. I wanted a prime view and a spot right up front, which is why I sashayed my butt to Max’s side of the stage and planned on waiting it out.

I knew he wouldn’t be out in the bar till later; the undercover band idea only worked if the band remained undercover until they hit the stage. But just knowing he was somewhere close gave me a cool shiver down my spine. I was excited to see him play.

“Can I buy you drink?” A voice startled me from my staring competition with Max’s mic stand. Like if I had looked hard enough, he might appear on stage sooner.

“Ah, no thank you.” I blinked trying to smile politely. “I’m meeting someone.”

“My loss then.” He gave a broad smile; his blue eyes twinkling like they’d been retouched with Photoshop. He walked away, probably to go find a more willing participant.

Drink guy hadn’t been ugly. His well-maintained body was dressed in classic, neat casual clothes that probably cost more than my rent. Armani? Tom Ford? He looked good and he knew it. And a few weeks ago I would have been interested in that drink, but I wasn’t anymore.

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