Colors of Love by Jess Dee

screaming voices.
    Luke lifted his palm, indicating the three friends should walk through the door.
    Kaz did as he asked—and gasped.
    He turned to Sophie. “Front-row seats okay with you?”
    Holy heck. Front-row seats at the Speed concert? Now, more than ever, Kaz wanted to know who’d asked Luke to sort out the mess.
    Tasha laughed in delight. Sophie asked if he was kidding.
    “We never kid about the front row.” Luke’s tone was solemn but loud enough to be heard over the roar around them. He led them past the massive crowds of people in the standing-room-only section, towards the VIP seats in the center of the floor. “See the three seats in the middle?” he half-yelled. “Those are yours.”
    “But—”
    Sophie’s objection was cut off with another of his beautiful smiles. “Look, the mistake was ours. We double-booked your tickets, and the concert is completely sold out. This is the only alternative seating we could come up with on the spur of the moment. Please, accept our apologies and take the seats.”
    Sophie and Tasha stared at him, disbelieving.
    He turned to Kaz, squeezing her arm gently. “The seats are yours,” he said into her ear, making sure she could hear. “Take them. Please.” His breath washed over her neck, giving her shivers.
    “Okay.” Because what else could she say when Speed ’s band manager offered her the best seats in the house while he held her arm in his hand and whispered in her ear?
    He nodded his approval. “Good.”
    Kaz wanted to angle her head to the side in the hopes he’d nibble her neck.
    “Now tell your friends to sit in them.”
    “Go.” Kaz shooed Sophie and Tasha towards the chairs. “Sit. Quickly. Before he changes his mind.”
    Luke’s laugh told her he had no such intention. The low rumble in her ear vibrated through her chest, making her breasts tighten in awareness.
    Looking as baffled as she felt, Sophie and Tash thanked Luke profusely and headed over to the three middle seats. Kaz would have scurried after them, but Luke still held her arm in a firm, pussy-wetting grasp. Besides, she couldn’t seem to drag her feet away from him. Plus, she wanted answers.
    “Later?” she asked him.
    He drew back to look at her in confusion.
    “You said you’d answer my question later.”
    The twinkle was back in his eye. “I will. I’ll answer all your questions. Because believe me, by then you’re going to have more than just one.”
    What the…? What else was there to ask? “Mate, the concert’s about to begin. There isn’t going to be a later.”
    He looked at her with eyes as liquid and enticing as melted chocolate. “Yeah, there will be. After the concert.”
    “After?”
    “After,” he confirmed. “Sit tight here, and I’ll see you after the concert.”
    Kaz laughed then. Yeah, right. Sure he would. Because band managers of world-famous rock bands always made sure they saw arbitrary audience members after a show.
    Luke gave a low whistle as he regarded her. “Oh, ye of little faith.” Then he did something that shocked Kaz. He lifted the arm he still held to his mouth and kissed the palm of her hand—sending a flurry of goose bumps up her arm. “Trust me, sweet pea. I’ll see you after the show.”
    And with Kaz’s jaw gaping open—again—Luke Struthers turned and walked out of the arena through the same door they’d just walked through. The one with the neon sign hanging on it that said, “No Entry.”
     
     
    “He is not.” Kaz stared indignantly at Tasha, who’d just told her she thought Luke was gay.
    Sophie surprised her by agreeing with Tasha. “Definitely gay. But gorgeous, nevertheless. With a beautiful smile. Still doesn’t explain why we’re in the front row.”
    Kaz harrumph ed but said no more. Like Sophie, she couldn’t understand why Luke had seated them there. Unlike Sophie, her ability to read colors had told her clearly that the band manager liked women. She had no idea how he felt about men, but there