Deer in Headlights (Hearts and Arrows 1) (Good god series) Read Online Free PDF Page B

the hell, Dean. I thought we had a deal.” He slammed the door.
    Dean put his guitar down and stood, grabbing a whiskey bottle from the shelf as he walked toward the kitchen, his bare feet padding on the hard wood. “You need one of these.” He held the bottle up in display as he reached for a glass out of the cupboard.
    He thinks he’s so fucking smooth. “There was a rule in place, or did you forget? No hooking up with bandmate’s girlfriends. How many times is this now? Six? Eleven? I’ve lost count.” Roe narrowed his eyes.  
    “Four.”
    “Your moral compass is way the fuck out of whack, do you even realize that?”
    Dean’s face was blank. “Listen, I didn’t come on to her. She showed up here naked and half drunk, and if it hadn’t been me, it would have been somebody else. At least Elliot got away from her when he had the chance.”
    “Can’t you say no, man?”
    “Why would I say no?” Dean’s face quirked in confusion, and Roe’s fury bubbled over.
    “Jesus, Dean. I don’t know, maybe for Elliot’s sake? Do you have empathy for anyone? It’s like you’re dead inside.”
    “Fuck you, Roe.”
    “No, really. You could have screwed us over. You need to get your shit together, dude, or we’re all in trouble.” Dean extended the glass of whiskey to Roe. “No, thanks. I think I’ve had enough.”  
    Roe turned to leave. “By the way, I found a drummer. Don’t fuck his girlfriend,” he said as he slammed the door behind him.

    That afternoon, Lex sat curled up on the couch with a book when Travis burst through the front door. He immediately started talking a million miles a minute with his face lit up and blue eyes twinkling. She smiled at him, laughing as she laid her book down.  
    “Whoa there, cowboy. A little fast—slow it down and give it to me again.”
    “Sorry,” he laughed. “I was saying, you know that band, Paper Fools? Remember? I played that song by them that was all, buh-nuh nuh-nuh buh-waa-waa, right?”
    She was stumped. “Uh, right?”
    “So, I got a call from Roe, their bass player, today. I guess their drummer left the band this morning, and they’re looking to fill his spot. Roe saw me play and wants me. Lex, this is huge. They just got signed, which means that I’m gonna play on a fucking album.”  
    “Oh, my god!” She hopped up and reached to wrap her arms around his neck. He spun her around in the living room, and she squealed before he set her down and pressed his lips to hers.
    “I told Spike,” he said with a grin.
    “How’d he take it?”
    “Not well. He had some choice words about having ‘his’ drummer stolen, and I’m half expecting him to show up at a gig and try to pick a fight.”
    “He would be that dumb.”
    “Well, we are talking about Spike.” Travis pecked her on the cheek, then winked before he strutted into their bedroom to go bang on his electronic drums.  
    Lex was thankful for his headphones as she made her way into the kitchen to make some tea. She pulled down her old, red teapot, filled it with water, and set it on the stove. While she waited for the water to boil, she turned and leaned on the doorframe to watch Travis play. He spun his sticks in the air as he whaled on the rubberized drum pads, and she bit her lip.  
    He was so hot when he was in drummer mode.  
    Travis hated to be confined while he went beat-ninja on his set, and she smiled as her eyes roamed across his naked chest. Sweat glistened on his broad, muscular shoulders, and his tan skin gleamed from the light shining in through the window. His faced scrunched in concentration, and small strands of his honey colored hair stuck to his forehead.
    On paper, he was the perfect guy. He was kind and loving. Attentive and thoughtful. He was her best friend, besides Kara. She could see being with him for a long time, maybe forever, but she could see walking away too. It was complacence, she supposed, and wondered if that was all she could hope for out of life.