Rock Chick Redemption (Rock Chick #3)(20)

“Jet,” I told him.

Without a word, he walked forward, even though I was in his way.

his way.

He seemed bigger than I remembered, tal er, broader of shoulder. His presence seemed to invade the room. He was wearing a black leather jacket, a dark gray turtleneck sweater, jeans and black boots.

He looked fantastic.

I quickly moved out of his way, he finished entering and turned. I stood in the door.

“She says hi,” I shared.

He grabbed my arm and pul ed me out of the doorway and then shut the door behind me. I watched the door close and just (barely) stopped myself from screaming again.

“Uncle Tex is going out on a date with her mom tonight,” I kept sharing.

His hand was stil on my arm and now he was pul ing me to him. He stil didn’t say anything.

“If this works out, Jet and I could end up related,” I went on, completely unable to stop talking.

He pul ed me closer, then his hand left my arm and went around my waist. The other hand went to the side of my neck.

“We’l be, like, cousins or something,” I carried on.

His face came toward mine. His lips weren’t smiling but his eyes were.

My lips and eyes weren’t smiling, my body was preparing to have a heart attack.

“Is it cousins? Or would I be her niece? How does that go?” I asked, desperately re-designing my family tree in an effort to avoid what was happening in real time.

“Sunshine?” he said against my mouth.

“Sunshine?” he said against my mouth.

“Yeah?” I breathed.

“Shut up.”

I did.

Then he kissed me.

It was just like the night before, just as serious, just as hot, just as quick to scramble my brain and make me go dizzy.

He lifted his head.

When I could think straight again, I said, “You’re supposed to do that after the date is over.”

“I’m gonna do it then too,” he returned, his arm stil around me, his hand stil at my neck.

Holy cow.

“I’m sorry but you Denver people are nuts. I’ve known you al , like, a day and I just got cal s from Daisy, Al y and Jet.

Tod actual y came over bringing half of Neiman Marcus’s accessory department with him to help me get dressed.

The entire Denver experience is weird. Beyond weird.

Denver is “The Twilight Zone,” I told him.

“We’re friendly.”

“You can say that again.”

He ignored my comment and asked, “You hungry?” I wasn’t hungry, I’d eaten a mountain of food only a few hours before.

If I said no, I wasn’t certain what my options were and since we were in a room that consisted mainly of furniture on which a girl could only find trouble (or, in my case, more trouble), I lied.

“Starving.”

It was then, the smile in his eyes hit his mouth.

Holy cow.

My phone rang.

“Shit!” I cried, pul ing out of his arms and lifting the phone to look at it. “Who could it be now? It has to be Indy.” I stopped talking when Hank plucked the phone out of my hand, flipped it open and put it to his ear.

I stared at him in disbelief.

“Yeah?” he said into the phone.

“Whisky, you can’t just answer my phone,” I snapped, sounding a lot like Jet when she snapped at Eddie, that was to say, ful of shit. I reached to take it away from him but he jerked his head away from my reach.

“Hel o?” he said, sounding far more serious.

My body froze and my heart stopped.

Bil y.

This was not good. I thought it would be Indy, Duke, Stevie, Lee, Eddie and half dozen other people I barely knew who were al of a sudden my friends. Not Bil y.

He took the phone from his ear and flipped it shut.

“Who was it?” I asked, wondering if I should ask for CPR

pre-heart attack and deciding Hank’s lips on mine (again) was not a good idea.

“No answer.”

The phone rang again.

I reached for it, knowing now who it was and feeling panic spreading through my body but Hank stepped away, flipped it open and put it to his ear. “Hel o?” he said.

I moved toward him and got in his space. “Hank,” I I moved toward him and got in his space. “Hank,” I whispered.

“Is someone there?” Hank said into the phone.

I closed my eyes.

This was not happening.

I opened my eyes again and Hank was watching me. He took the phone from his ear and flipped it shut. “No answer,” Hank informed me. He opened it and started pressing buttons.

I knew what he was doing, looking at the received cal s.

Normal y, I would have been angry at his nerve but I was too busy freaking out at what he might find.

“Give me my phone, Hank.”

He got to what he was looking for. “It says unknown cal er.”

Shit.

Bil y was on the road and likely his cel had run out of juice.

“Give me the phone,” I repeated.

It rang again.

Without delay, he flipped it open and put it to his ear.

“Hank!” I yel ed, making a play for it but he caught me, snatching me around the waist with his arm and he pul ed me up against his body.