Meeting Trouble (New Adult Rock Star Romance) Read Online Free PDF

rock star, lots of money, a little accident.” I shrugged. “Yeah, so it crossed my mind you might be worried.”
    He nodded but didn’t respond. Instead, he reached over and grabbed a cranberry juice from the table, opening it and balancing the lid on his knee as he drank it all in one tip-up.
    “ Do you want something?” he asked when he finished, waving toward the collection of beverages. “It’s all free.”
    “ What a life.” I smiled. “I’ll take another water.”
    “ Come on, live a little.” He grabbed a beer, cracking it open before handing me the bottle.
    I took a sip and winced. “I forgot how awful this stuff is.”
    “ Not a drinker, huh?”
    I made another face. “No, not really. Sweet things. Girlie drinks. You know, daiquiris and stuff like that, but I don’t drink much.”
    He grinned. “So I could get you drunk and take advantage of you?”
    I felt a slow heat flushing my cheeks. “I’m a cheap date that way.”
    “So tell me, what’s to do in this town?” He leaned back, arms behind his head, and studied me.
    “ Detroit?” I nearly spit out my mouthful of beer. “Besides seeing the homeless or getting mugged?”
    “That bad, huh?” He laughed. “The tour bus doesn’t leave until the day after tomorrow. Guess they should have planned our layover for Florida?”
    “ Well…” I took another sip of the beer, feeling guilty he’d opened it just for me. “Actually, there is something going on tonight at The Attic in Hamtramck, but I don’t know if you’d be interested.”
    “ Isn’t that a blues bar?” Rob perked up. “Someone told me about it last time we came through, but I never had a chance to go. I love the blues.”
    “ You do?” I knew very well he did. I wasn’t a lazy Rob Burns fan. I knew all his influences. “Jimmy Voss is playing a set there tonight.”
    Rob sat straight up, the cap from his cranberry juice tumbling from his knee and clattering to the floor. “You’re kidding me! Raymond Voss’ brother? The Bad Dog Blueshounds?”
    “ The same.” I sipped my beer again. I was getting used to the taste.
    Rob looked at his watch. “What time did they start?”
    “ Oh, I think around eight.” I shrugged. “I wanted to go myself, but ya know, I had tickets to see Trouble.”
    Rob leaned forward, his knees touching mine. “Do you think they’re still playing?”
    “ They play all night, until closing time,” I told him, catching his enthusiasm. I really had wanted to go, and if Trouble weren’t in town, that’s probably where I’d have been tonight. “Uncle Joey Winters plays there every Saturday night.”
    “ You’re kidding me!” Rob’s jaw dropped. “Can you get me there?”
    I glanced at Katie, still standing in the corner, talking to Tyler. He laughed, leaning in to say something into her ear.
    “I have a car.” I tried not to think about the possibilities as a hot excitement filled my belly. “If that’s what you mean.”
    He glanced over his shoulder. “Well, I’d hate to drag along my bodyguard for the limo ride. It would be nice to be just an anonymous, regular guy for the night.”
    “ I think we’ll be safe.” I laughed. “That security guard, Gary, didn’t have a clue! He wasn’t even going to let you into the venue!”
    “ Do I have a forgettable face?” He gave me a sad pout and I paid no attention to the way it made my breath catch.
    “ Hardly.” I glanced over at my friend. “Let me check things out with Katie.”
    “ Sure.” He leaned back again, putting his feet on the ottoman as I stood.
    When I explained things to Katie, she jumped at the sudden opportunity, turning to Tyler. “Do you think you could get me home?”
    I stared, marveling at her manipulation, trying to hide my smile of surprise.
    “Yeah, sure.” Tyler slid an arm around her shoulders. “Not a problem.”
    When I returned to the couch, a girl sat close next to Ro b, asking him for an autograph.
    Signing her ticket, he glanced at me.