Rock with Me (With Me in Seattle, #4)(66)

“Done.” He agrees and offers me his hand, which I take and pull him in for a guy hug, slapping him hard on the back.

“She deserves to me happy.” His face sobers.

“More than anyone I know.”

“How are you going to do it?”

“Well, that’s the other thing I wanted to talk to you about. Are you guys still doing the show at Key Arena in a few weeks?”

“That’s the plan.” I nod.

“So, here’s my idea…”

***

Samantha



“This is gonna be fun!” I’m practically bouncing in the front seat of Leo’s hot Camaro, excited that he asked me to go house shopping with him. He was gone all day yesterday, taking care of whatever business he had on his plate, and today has been laid back, enjoying each others company.

“You’re like a kid.” He grins over at me and chuckles.

“I like to shop.” I shrug. “Where are we going first?”

“Well, we’re only going to see one today.”

“Okay, where?” I ask again.

“It’s not too far from Luke and Nat’s place.”

“I love that neighborhood,” I smile happily at the hot tattooed man next to me.

“Well, let’s see what we think of the house.” He drives through a gate and down a short driveway to a beautiful, white and blue traditional-style home. The view of the Sound is breathtaking. There is a red Toyota parked in the driveway and a short, round young woman with dishwater-blonde hair is standing on the porch consulting her phone.

“I like the outside,” I comment, taking in the rose bushes and cherry-blossom trees that will be blooming in a couple of months.

“Okay, let’s go in,” he grins at me and we both hop out of the car and walk toward the front porch.

“Hi there! I’m Melody Jenkins, the agent sent out to help you today.” Melody has a pretty, friendly smile and oozes youth. She’s clearly still new to the real estate business.

“Didn’t you tell them who you were when you called?” I whisper to him.

“Hell, no.” He frowns down at me and offers Melody a hand to shake. “Thanks for meeting us.”

“Holy shit, you’re Leo Nash!” She exclaims and almost falls down the front steps. I turn my back to her so she can’t see the hilarity written on my face.

“Guilty,” Leo offers her a charming smile. “Nice to meet you.”

I school my features and turn back around to see Melody’s mouth opening and closing like a fish, her eyes wide and pinned to Leo, completely struck dumb.

“Oh for the love of... Melody?” I wave my hand before her face, catching her attention. “Hi. I’m Sam. We’d love to see the house.”

“Oh, of course.” Her hands are shaking as she consults her phone for the code to the door and leads us inside.

I turn back to Leo and mock the fan-girl, holding my hands over my mouth like I’m shocked to meet him, and he narrows his eyes at me and whispers, “Be nice.”

“This is hilarious,” I mutter just as Melody turns back to us.

“So, this is the house, of course. It’s really nice. It has a state-of-the-art kitchen, a sun-room, a hot-tub.” Her eyes wander down Leo’s body to his hips and then she coughs and turns away.

“It’s the stars,” I mutter to him, earning another glare.

“I just have to tell you,” Melody says in a rush, turning to face Leo, “I am such a huge fan. I have all your albums, even the really old ones.”

More laughter from me. The really old ones are roughly four years old. Of course, she would have been in high school.

“Uh, thanks,” Leo mutters, clearly uncomfortable and looks around for a means of escape.

“What is so funny?” Melody asks me, her hands propped on her round hips. She really is cute.

“Absolutely nothing. Nash is great,” I agree with her and smile up at Leo who continues to glare at me.

“You know what, Melody, I think we’ll just look around on our own, if that’s okay with you.”

“Oh.” She pouts and glares at me before turning big hazel eyes on Leo in what I’m sure she thinks is her flirty look. “Are you sure? I don’t mind showing you around.”

“I’m sure, thanks.” Leo grabs my hand and pulls me toward the stairs. “You are not helping,” he growls.

“I’m sorry, but that’s hilarious, and your own fault.”


“My fault?” He asks incredulously.

“Well, yeah. One, you should have told the agency who you are so they could send someone more appropriate, and two, you’re the one who always walks around shirtless in all your videos and photo shoots. I know for a fact she wants to lick your stars.”

“Shut up,” he mutters and pulls me down a hallway, looking in each of the rooms.

“You can’t get tattoos on your sexy V, the one spot on a man’s body that makes a woman sit up and beg, and not expect to get attention.” I inform him smugly and giggle some more when he continues to glare at me.

As we pass the top of the staircase on our way to what I assume is the master suite, we hear Melody’s voice downstairs.

“You will not believe who I’m showing a house to right now! Leo freaking Nash! I’m not lying. No, he’s wearing a shirt.”