Gauge: Rockstar Romance (The ProVokaTiv Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

on it. There wasn’t—not a single song. I should have put it on a playlist, not just looked at it online.
    “Wow, you really don’t like us. You’re not even a part of the million downloads for ‘Danger Angel’. ”
    “Nope…must have forgotten.”
    Gauge turned to me. “Really, is that the best you got?”
    “Yeah. When I’m busted, I’m busted. Admit it and move on, right?” I prayed he’d let it slide. “That’s a good philosophy. So I guess you won’t be asking for any autographs, will you, Brynn?”
    “That’s okay for some journalists, not me, but I’ll admit, my friends would probably love it. They’re definitely fans of your music. ”
    “So you believe in keeping a professional distance?” Gauge asked.
    “It’s the smart thing to do, especially when you’re supposed to write an impartial, informative piece on someone, don’t you think?”
    “Absolutely. Personally, I always stay away from journalists and reporters. It’s hard to trust them. ”
    “And yet, you talk to me. Why?”
    “You don’t have that journalist demeanor—yet, anyway.”
    “Demeanor?”
    Gauge smiled and shrugged his shoulders, like it should be perfectly clear what he meant. “You know, like everything that comes out of your mouth is loaded and you want a certain response to it, or hope to get some dirt for the next big scoop.”
    “Wow, Gauge, you really have a low opinion of journalists, don’t you?”
    “For the most part. I know they have a job to do, but it’s not my sort of thing.”
    “Well that makes us even. I don’t love your music, and you don’t love my career. ”
    The two of us laughed and eventually quieted down. I put my earbud back in and put my tablet away. There would be no finishing that last email at that moment. Part of me wondered if that was the plan.
    Before I knew it, twelve hours had passed and we were pulling up to the hotel in Savannah. It would be a free day for me to do as I pleased while everyone set up for the concert and the last-minute details were taken care of. I wasn’t going to waste it. I was going to see some sights and try to find a few fans or anti-ProVokaTours to get some fresh perspective.
     
    I skimmed a brochure in the lobby of the hotel, reading about tours of the old Savannah homes. I was definitely excited about the thought, having loved those antique buildings since I was young. Many of them existed in the Twin Cities, and jogging in those neighborhoods was something I’d always enjoyed. I wasn’t going to jog today, but a working tour was definitely a fun way to spend the day.
    I decided to start off with a home that wasn’t part of a bigger tour—the Haunted Mercer House. I couldn’t resist. I made my way over there on a trolley and hopped off near the house, intensely curious. The red brick, with its ivory pillars and wrought iron accents, was gorgeous.
    A small group of people gathered in the foyer of the home, waiting for the tour to begin. I’d been looking around when out of the corner of my eye, I saw something. It definitely wasn’t a ghost. It was a rock star trying to be incognito. The problem was that I’d recognize Gauge anywhere. His baseball hat and shades didn’t do much to hide those full, kissable lips. Then there was his legendary tribal tattoo, the most prominent of many others. Exact number not known—yet.
    I made my way over. “Hey, I didn’t take you for a haunted house type of guy.”
    “Oh hi, I didn’t see you here.”
    “Really?” I asked, not believing him.
    “Really. I don’t give a shit about the haunted thing. It’s all in the architecture. How could I come to Savannah without checking it out?”
    “I see,” I said. “Well, I’ll leave you to your exploring, then.”
    “It would be foolish for me to just ignore you.”
    “I was here first,” I said.
    “No you weren’t,” Gauge countered.
    “You’re so stubborn, Gauge.”
    “It’s Sam today.”
    “Oh that’s right, incognito…kind