Reckless (Thoughtless, #3)(41)

When he didn’t answer, Griffin rolled his eyes. “Relax, besides your ass, I didn’t see anything.”

Kellan pointed to the hallway that led downstairs. His voice low and cold, he told Griffin, “Grab your shit, and get out.”

Matt and Evan stared at Kellan, shocked. Even Anna was speechless. Griffin snorted and stood up. “Oh, come on, Kell.” He pointed back to our bedroom. “It’s not like I knew she was here.”

As I heard my sister mutter, “Did you think we flew in separately?” Griffin sniffed and crossed his arms over his chest. Griffin had a handful of tattoos across his body, but for some reason, I could not stop staring at one of a busty girl in a sailor suit straddling a sword. I guess it hit a little close to home at the moment. That, and I couldn’t quite look Griffin in the face yet.

“Besides, you can’t kick me out of the band, dude.”

Kellan stepped toe to toe with Griffin, and the others tensed. Matt and Evan exchanged a brief glance, and I could almost hear the conversation in their eyes: Okay, on three, you take Kellan, and I’ll take Griffin.

“Why the hell would I keep you?” Kellan seethed, his eyes hard.

Not looking intimidated, Griffin smirked and relaxed into his hip. “Because I’m the shit, and you know it.” He gave him an innocent smile. “And we’re best friends.”

Kellan closed his eyes and took a step back. Matt and Evan both relaxed their stances. Inhaling a calming breath, Kellan finally opened his eyes. “If I am anywhere with my wife—anywhere—you knock and wait for permission to enter. Can your tiny f*cking brain comprehend that?”

Griffin shrugged. “Fine, whatever, dude.” Shaking his head, Kellan turned around and grabbed my hand. Even though my cheeks felt flaming hot, I forced myself to smile at Matt and Evan in a small token of appreciation for their earlier help.

Griffin, seeing that the heated moment was over, must have figured that all was right as rain again. Stepping up to Kellan as we walked away, he slung an arm over his shoulder. I could smell the sour stench of spoiled dairy even from the other side of Kellan. God, Porta Potties smelled better. “So, can I show you who’s here now?” he asked.

Kellan grimaced at the stench wafting from the half-naked bassist and pushed him away. Maybe thinking Kellan was still angry, Griffin frowned. “Hey, come on, I’m sorry for barging in on you, okay? I just got excited.” Grinning, he bounced on his toes, eager again. “I mean, how often do you get to meet a porn star!”

My heart sank as I began to get a really bad feeling about who was here. As Kellan furrowed his brow, Matt muttered, “She’s not a porn star, Griff. Stop calling her that.”

Griffin scowled at Matt. “Tomato, tomato, dude. She had sex on tape. I got off on it. Boom—porn star.”

I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly be more horrified by him, Griffin would find a way to prove me wrong. Ignoring Matt rolling his eyes and Anna looking intrigued, Griffin focused on Kellan. “And she’s asking to see you . . . by name! Can you believe that shit?”

Kellan stopped walking and looked around the room. “Who the hell is he talking about? Who’s here?”

Evan scratched his buzz-cut head. “Uh, Sienna Sexton.”

Kellan’s jaw dropped. So did mine. Sienna Sexton was a huge celebrity—everyone knew her name. And not just for the reason Griffin had mentioned. Yes, an ex-boyfriend of hers had leaked a sex tape, and yes, the tape was widely available on the Internet, but all of that aside, she was actually a very talented artist. She’d grown up under the spotlight as a child actor. When she’d started maturing, she’d branched out into music. When the sex tape scandal had exploded, it could have killed her career, but she’d used the new provocative image of her to shift her music into a more adult sound. She was consistently on top of the charts. And she knew my husband’s name . . . and wanted to see him. I couldn’t believe it.

Kellan looked between Matt and Evan. “Are you serious? Sienna Sexton? The Sienna Sexton? Why does she want to see me? How does she even know who I am?”

They both shrugged, then Matt told him, “Don’t know, man. She just came in with her entourage a few minutes ago and asked to see you.” He pointed to the ceiling. “They’re waiting upstairs for you.” He glared at Griffin. “Which we were going to tell you about when you were done . . . giving Kiera . . . you know.” His cheeks flushed with color as he gestured to my hand. “I like the ring. It’s really beautiful on you, Kiera.”

Mortified, I whispered, “Thank you.”

Still stunned, Kellan shook his head. Delighted, Anna walked over and grabbed my hand. She gave my ring a cursory glance, then squealed, “Holy shit, Kiera! We’re going to meet Sienna Sexton.” Her emerald eyes sparkled so much I was pretty sure she’d forgotten all about the problem she’d wanted to kill Griffin for this morning.

I sighed, not sure if I was as excited about this as she was. Seeing that Kellan was finally listening to him, Griffin wrapped his arm around his shoulder again. “So, can we go now?”

Kellan made a face like he was gagging. “You smell awful. Could you shower first?”

Griffin scowled at Matt again, clearly blaming him—and only him—for smelling like a landfill. “Yeah, just give me two secs.”