Dangerous Hearts: Rock Star Romance, 1 (Lyric & Wolf) Read Online Free PDF Page B

you company but I wouldn’t want your head to grow larger than
it already is.”
    The teasing voice should be grating, but
it’s familiar and warm and it is nice to not be alone for a moment.
His warm body slips onto the stool beside me.
    “Ha , ha . ” I face him with a smirk .
My eyes have a mind of their own as they flicker between his face and over his
shoulder. The speed at which Wolf moves through women is impressive and
disturbing. “You can join me if you’d like,” I say despite my better judgment.
“I promise I won’t assume you’re crossing an arbitrary line.”
    He settles in without hesitation and
steals my menu. “Sounds good.”
    A deep breath later, I force myself to
apologize. “I’m sorry for getting the wrong idea the other day. I recently got
out of something , and it messed with my head a
bit.” I don’t want to give him more than that. He probably doesn’t want to hear
it anyway, and it’s not an easy conversation to have, especially with someone
who reminds me of the problem.
    He doesn’t respond. I’m sure I just made
things way too awkward. “Weren’t you with someone earlier?” I ask. Because that’s not awkward.
    He peers up at me with a smirk. “If
you’re referring to my sister, she had dinner plans with her husband.”
    “You amaze me,” I say before taking a sip
of my wine.
    This gets his attention. He turns his
body to ward me. “Please continue.”
    I chuckle. “You’re a big, bad rocker with
girls who follow you into elevators and trample you after every concert, yet
you’re here alone, you declined an offer to party the other night, and,
according to you, you haven’t hit on me once. Either I’m losing my touch, or
you are.”
    He throws back his head and laughs. He
has a nice, throaty laugh that makes me wish I could take back my frustrations
toward the male population and shove my tongue down his throat. “First of all,
I’m only restraining from flirting with you because you laid down the law the
moment we met. But don’t let your head inflate. My natural instinct is to
flirt. It’s what I do, whether you’re my type or not. Second, I’m not alone.
I’m with you. Which means you’re not alone , either.”
    I let his words settle in before changing
the subject and remember his sightseeing offer. “Were you born in San Diego?”
    “B orn , b red, and raised.”
    “And you’re staying in a hotel?”
    His response is a shrug. That’s strange. “Where are you from?”
    “All over. Most recently, Seattle.”
    He sets the menu down and orders a
whiskey water from our bartender before continuing. “My second favorite place
in the US. Seattle kicks ass.”
    “Agree d .”
    “So then why are you touring? There are
plenty of music jobs where you’re from.”
    Coming from a musician, his question
isn’t that odd. Life on the road is a necessity
for him. I have a choice. “I don’t want to stay in one place. That’s what I was
doing when—Anyway, I want to travel. The road is where it’s at for me. Visiting
a new city every couple days. Always a new adventure.”
    “So was I wrong about you?”
    He doesn’t have to elaborate. I know
exactly what he’s referring to. “Life moves fast while we’re on the road. Isn’t
that how it is for you? Watching life pass you by while
you sit behind the glass of a tour bus? We’re just passengers on the road. We’re
life’s bitch. I rarely take detours. Never stop to smell the roses. Life isn’t
stopping for me , so I just keep moving through
it. Isn’t that what people call drive? Music is the one good thing. It carries
me and then it catches me when I fall.” I stare into my plate, refusing to meet
his eyes. That got a little deep.
    “That’s so .  . .
sad.”
    “Says the lonely rock star.”
    “I’m not lonely. Just because I turn in
early one night doesn’t mean I’m lonely. I’m surrounded by people. Constantly.
How can you possibly call that lonely?”
    I give him a look that asks