Reckless (Thoughtless, #3)(100)

Glancing at the screen, I answered with, “Hey, sis. What’s up?”

“Where are you?”

Looking out the window, I told her, “Atlanta, why?”

My sister huffed. “I know you’re in Atlanta. Where in Atlanta are you right at this very second?”

“We’re on the road. We just left the radio station and we’re heading to the hotel, some swanky place in Buckheel, Buckhead, something like that. Why?”

My sister’s tone brightened. “Oh, good! I’m coming to the show tonight. Can you flip a bitch and swing by the airport to pick me up?”

It took me a minute to register what she was saying. “You’re in Georgia?”

Twisting around from the front seat, Griffin echoed my question. “Anna’s in Georgia?” His eyes damn near sparkled with the news. “Awesome. Where is she?”

I answered Griffin with “Airport,” while my sister answered me. “Yep! My flight just arrived.”

Dumbfounded, my only thought was, “Why are you in Georgia?” My second thought was Swing by? The airport was nowhere near our hotel. In fact, our hotel was a bit north of the heart of Atlanta, where the concert was tonight, while the airport was south. Going to get her was way out of our way. But I wouldn’t abandon her at the airport. Neither would Griffin; he was already telling the driver to turn around.

Anna snorted before she answered my question. “I just told you why. Now come get me. Love you!” Then she disconnected. I shook my head as I shoved the phone back in my purse. Of course my sister would travel over halfway across the country on a whim to watch a concert.





Chapter 18


Company





My spontaneous, erratic, fly-by-the-seat-of-her-pants sister arrived with a half-dozen pieces of luggage. Just by the look of her, I had a feeling she was staying for more than one concert. And her belly had grown so much bigger since the last time I’d seen her. Her waddle had turned genuine. As I wrapped my arms around her, the baby pressed against my stomach. Giggling, I leaned down and placed a hand over the protrusion. “Hi, Max,” I cooed.

“It’s Maximus,” Griffin interrupted, brushing me aside to collect Anna into his arms. Grabbing her face, he greeted her with his tongue. It was a little over the top on the PDA scale, but I’d been watching Griffin ever since his admission that he hadn’t been with anyone else since Anna told him she was pregnant, and from all I’d seen, he was telling the truth. And that was a lot of abstinence for the horn dog; he had to be practically dying on a daily basis.

When they pulled apart, my sister’s deep green eyes scoured Griffin’s body like she was starving and he was a prime rib dinner. She’d been “abstaining” too, and had a sex drive just as insatiable as Griffin’s. Great. Unless I locked myself away somewhere, there was no way I’d be able to avoid hearing, and possibly seeing, their sex-ploits. This was going to be a long visit.

The two of them were all hands and lips in the car. Grimacing as he sat beside the pair, Matt asked, “We are going straight back to the hotel, right?”

Kellan and Evan laughed while I did my best to ignore the fact that Griffin and my sister were panting. I was keeping my gaze strictly on the scenery flying past, but I could hear clothes rustling. God, I hoped they were both still fully dressed. If I heard a zipper, I was out of the car, regardless if it was speeding down the freeway or not.

The behemoth of an SUV finally arrived at the St. Regis Atlanta. The posh hotel was a tall, stately building that screamed elegance and opulence. A fountain in front highlighted a covered drop-off area paved with what looked like slabs of slate. Everything about the architecture was designed to intimidate and impress. But the beauty of the building was lost on me at that moment; I didn’t care how nice the hotel was, I just wanted out of the car. When the vehicle stopped, band members poured out of it like something toxic had been released inside. Evan and Kellan were still chuckling as they started gathering Anna’s luggage from the back. Matt looked ill. Anna and Griffin didn’t get out of the car.

A bellhop magically appeared with a luggage rack, and our driver took over the unpacking job from Evan and Kellan. We had a handful of drivers available to us whenever we went anywhere. All of them were arranged by the label. This one’s name was Paul. He was polite, competent, and most of all silent; he only spoke to us if we asked him a direct question. I was sure that was why the label employed him. Who knows how many nondisclosures he’d had to sign.

Evan and Matt walked away with the bellhop while Paul went back to the driver’s side and climbed inside. I stood by the back with Kellan, waiting for my sister to get out of the car. Seconds turned into minutes. The weather there was beautiful for late October. While back home it would be starting to bluster, rain, and turn frigid at night, here it felt like a perfectly breezy spring day. Still, I did not feel like spending the entire day waiting for my sister to get out of the damn car.

Paul was sitting behind the wheel, politely waiting for the rock star to finish . . . whatever he was doing to Anna. Not wanting to interrupt them myself, I twisted to Kellan. “Can you . . . ?” I indicated the backseat of the tank in front of us.

Kellan smirked, payback in his eyes. “I would love to.”

He strutted over to the door, swung it wide open, and reached inside. God, I really hoped they were still dressed. A second later, Kellan reemerged with a disheveled Griffin. Griffin glowered at Kellan, pushing his hands away from him. His jeans were open. The sight made my stomach tighten. Griffin was just about to launch into a curse-filled rant when my sister slid out of the door. She kissed Griffin’s cheek as she readjusted the clingy maternity dress she was wearing. Griffin’s objections immediately died off. Anna walked over to me and looped her arm around mine like she hadn’t just been rounding third base in the back of an occupied vehicle.