her open door to take charge of the suitcases she’d haphazardly tossed the majority of her possessions into. She had no idea if she even had a complete matching outfit at this point.
Syon introduced the portly, balding man who got out of the sedan. “This is Karl. He’s a property management representative.”
Karl offered her his hand. “Pleasure to be working with you.” She shook it before he held out his other hand for her house keys. “We’ll make sure everything is kept in order while you’re away, including your car.”
It was the smart thing to do, but she still had trouble handing over the keys. But the idea of what the tour was going to look like on her résumé helped her move into action.
“Hey, Ginger. Nice to see you again.”
Kate turned to see Ramsey coming out of one of the buses.
“You know Ramsey,” Syon said as the two other members of the band made their way over to her. They didn’t seem to notice that their motorcade was causing traffic to drive on the wrong side of the road. A few squeals came from open car windows as people realized who was standing in the street.
“This is Taz,” Syon said, introducing a black-haired Asian guy with amazing dark eyes. “Bassist and backup vocals.”
“Drake.” Another dark-haired guy but with ocean-blue eyes. “He keeps us all on beat on the drums.”
The last guy looked at her with a stony expression.
“Drake is still getting used to the idea of having you along,” Syon said with reluctance.
“Thanks, Syon,” Drake growled. “Now I’m the band asshole.”
“Is that news to you?” Ramsey chirped with a smirk on his lips. “I knew it the moment you reported for duty.”
“Reported for duty?” Kate asked, perplexed by the formal term coming out of Ramsey, with his shoulder-length hair, nipple piercing, and leather pants.
“Yeah, Ramsey and I have been playing together since grade school, but the rest of the band connected with us in EOD,” Syon supplied.
“What’s EOD?” Kate asked.
“Explosive Ordinance Disposal.”
“No way.” Kate turned with a disbelieving look. “Bomb patrol? That’s one elite unit.”
“Got my honorable discharge papers to prove it,” he assured her.
It was stunning and impressive and fit perfectly with the expertly performed ambush she’d just been party to. “No wonder no one really knows where you guys came from.”
Syon shrugged and pointed Kate toward the lead motor home. They had to climb several large steps before ducking inside. A tinted glass wall separated the driver from the rest of the interior, leaving Kate alone with Syon.
Kate stared at him, drinking in the details of his amazing physique. Without the screaming fans and the guitars, she could see the hard body that must have served him well in the service. The length of his hair suddenly drew her attention.
“You’ve been growing your hair out since you left the service.” She stepped close enough to reach out and finger it without thinking about what she was doing. Instinct was taking charge again. She was drawn to him, the urge so strong, she couldn’t seem to control it. Sharing air with him was apparently enough to intoxicate her.
“Yeah…” he drawled, his voice turning husky.
He reached up and grabbed her hair clip again. There was a click, and her hair fell around her face.
“I love your hair.” He shoved his hand into it and captured a handful. “I can’t stop thinking about how it smells.”
He buried his face in the cloud of her hair. A little moan escaped her lips as he tightened his hold. Just enough. It was just the perfect amount of pressure on her scalp to send a jolt of red-hot desire through her.
“I like that little, sexy sound you make too,” he rasped.
“You totally ambushed me, Syon.” She tried to pull away, tried to recall just how much she didn’t like anyone rearranging the details of her life. The least she could do was chastise him.
He leaned forward and caught her
Syon introduced the portly, balding man who got out of the sedan. “This is Karl. He’s a property management representative.”
Karl offered her his hand. “Pleasure to be working with you.” She shook it before he held out his other hand for her house keys. “We’ll make sure everything is kept in order while you’re away, including your car.”
It was the smart thing to do, but she still had trouble handing over the keys. But the idea of what the tour was going to look like on her résumé helped her move into action.
“Hey, Ginger. Nice to see you again.”
Kate turned to see Ramsey coming out of one of the buses.
“You know Ramsey,” Syon said as the two other members of the band made their way over to her. They didn’t seem to notice that their motorcade was causing traffic to drive on the wrong side of the road. A few squeals came from open car windows as people realized who was standing in the street.
“This is Taz,” Syon said, introducing a black-haired Asian guy with amazing dark eyes. “Bassist and backup vocals.”
“Drake.” Another dark-haired guy but with ocean-blue eyes. “He keeps us all on beat on the drums.”
The last guy looked at her with a stony expression.
“Drake is still getting used to the idea of having you along,” Syon said with reluctance.
“Thanks, Syon,” Drake growled. “Now I’m the band asshole.”
“Is that news to you?” Ramsey chirped with a smirk on his lips. “I knew it the moment you reported for duty.”
“Reported for duty?” Kate asked, perplexed by the formal term coming out of Ramsey, with his shoulder-length hair, nipple piercing, and leather pants.
“Yeah, Ramsey and I have been playing together since grade school, but the rest of the band connected with us in EOD,” Syon supplied.
“What’s EOD?” Kate asked.
“Explosive Ordinance Disposal.”
“No way.” Kate turned with a disbelieving look. “Bomb patrol? That’s one elite unit.”
“Got my honorable discharge papers to prove it,” he assured her.
It was stunning and impressive and fit perfectly with the expertly performed ambush she’d just been party to. “No wonder no one really knows where you guys came from.”
Syon shrugged and pointed Kate toward the lead motor home. They had to climb several large steps before ducking inside. A tinted glass wall separated the driver from the rest of the interior, leaving Kate alone with Syon.
Kate stared at him, drinking in the details of his amazing physique. Without the screaming fans and the guitars, she could see the hard body that must have served him well in the service. The length of his hair suddenly drew her attention.
“You’ve been growing your hair out since you left the service.” She stepped close enough to reach out and finger it without thinking about what she was doing. Instinct was taking charge again. She was drawn to him, the urge so strong, she couldn’t seem to control it. Sharing air with him was apparently enough to intoxicate her.
“Yeah…” he drawled, his voice turning husky.
He reached up and grabbed her hair clip again. There was a click, and her hair fell around her face.
“I love your hair.” He shoved his hand into it and captured a handful. “I can’t stop thinking about how it smells.”
He buried his face in the cloud of her hair. A little moan escaped her lips as he tightened his hold. Just enough. It was just the perfect amount of pressure on her scalp to send a jolt of red-hot desire through her.
“I like that little, sexy sound you make too,” he rasped.
“You totally ambushed me, Syon.” She tried to pull away, tried to recall just how much she didn’t like anyone rearranging the details of her life. The least she could do was chastise him.
He leaned forward and caught her
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