Love Me: The Complete Series (84 page)

“Yeah, I guess it is fantastic.” She would have never believed it herself four months earlier.

“Jenny Madison from Wayward?”

“Hmmm?”

“I think you’re my good luck charm, can I be your designated driver tonight?”

She thought for a minute. “Okay, but only because the service I use is short-staffed.” She giggled.

“This is going to sound cliché but … I like you, Jenny. You make me laugh, and it really jazzes me when you laugh.”

“Well, don’t get used to that, either.”

“What? Liking you?”

“No. Me laughing,” she stated. “I don’t do it much.”

“We’ll have to work on that.”

• • •

Grant Tucker had noticed the girl in the seat next to Hodge when she sat down. Brown waves, big chocolate-colored eyes, long legs, and a smile that filled her face. She was entranced by the music and alone. A groupie for this little unknown band? Surely not. They’re not that good. Why else would she come alone though? He watched her for a while and found it interesting the way she tried to contain the smile that hinted at dimples. As if she enjoyed the music but wanted not to. Or maybe she just had trouble enjoying herself period?

When Hodge asked her opinion of the band, a thing he always did when checking out new talents, Grant found himself listening to her rather than the band’s current agent sitting next to him. The voice almost didn’t match. It was low, husky, and almost gruff. Incredibly sexy.

Upon Hodge’s signal to leave, he escorted his boss and one of their clients from the concert. They weren’t interested in the main show. Since the band was already a client, they’d seen this performance more times than could be counted. As they slipped behind the curtain and headed for the back gate, he glanced back to see if she was still there. She was, but the seat next to her was no longer empty. He shrugged. No matter. He had no desire to strike up a conversation with a fame-seeking fan anyway. Been there. Done that. Had the bruised wallet and empty apartment to prove it.