Colors of Love by Jess Dee Read Free Book Online Page B

idol. His role model. While Kaz had daydreamed about the cute-as-hell Jordan Speed, her brother had expounded the virtues of Luke Struthers. He’d spent hours explaining to her why the man was a legend. How he’d used his marketing and promo skills to take three unknown brothers and turn them into superstars.
    Now that she thought about it, the man did look like the pictures Ollie had shown her. “Uh, yeah. Your name’s been mentioned once or twice around my parents’ house.”
    “Once or twice is enough for me.” He grinned. “Usually it’s the Speed brothers who are mentioned by their fans. Not their band manager.”
    “My brother’s just completed a course in marketing. He, er, wrote a term paper on you. You’re kind of his hero.”
    “I’m flattered.” He was. Kaz could see it in his eyes. “Tell your brother I say hey.”
    “I will.” She couldn’t wait to see Ollie’s reaction. He’d likely drop dead from jealousy. Demand to know every detail about their meeting. Kaz would tell him. She’d just leave out some important bits. Like the instant desire that had struck her. Like the way he made her heart race like crazy. Like the four bajillion goose bumps that had broken out over her skin.
    She glanced at her arm, at the very place Luke held it. How intriguing that a stranger’s hand should feel so right wrapped around her forearm like that. So…seductive.
    Luke glanced there too, then met her gaze. He didn’t drop his hand, and she didn’t ask him to. As if by mutual consent, they just carried on walking, Kaz picking up the conversation as if nothing had happened. As if no silent communication had passed between them, and as if her arm weren’t burning up from his very touch.
    “I’m surprised you’d be on this side of the arena,” Kaz mused. “I’d expect the band manager to be backstage now, handling any last-minute crises, ensuring everything flows smoothly.”
    He nodded. “Usually I would be there. But someone asked that I personally look into the mess-up with the seats. I couldn’t refuse.”
    “Someone? You mean the usher at the door?”
    A heartbeat passed before he answered, and when he did, light twinkled in his eyes. “Yeah. Sure. The usher.”
    Oooh, he so hadn’t told her the truth with that answer. She slowed to a stop and searched his aura for signs of lemony green, an indication that he might willfully be lying, but found nothing. He still vibrated in colors that inspired her confidence and trust. The only thing different about his aura was the brightening of the carmine and a small spot of scarlet that had appeared just below his belly. A spot that wasn’t there before they’d begun talking.
    Scarlet. The color of desire. And lust.
    The same darn color that was swelling from her in waves.
    He tugged gently on her arm, spurring her into a walk again. They headed down the same staircase she and her friends had ascended not ten minutes ago.
    “It wasn’t the usher, was it?” Kaz pushed him.
    “Who else would it have been?” His question was shrouded in innocence.
    She frowned. The man was evading the question. “That’s what I’d like to know.”
    “Know what I’d like to know?” He looked over at her as he asked, his mouth curved into a smile, his eyes still twinkling and his voice low and intimate.
    At that point Kaz would have told him anything. Anything at all. Phone number, credentials, bank details. They were his. All he needed to do was ask. “No. What?”
    “Your name.”
    “Oh. Uh. Kaz. Kaz Flaherty.”
    “Kaz? Unusual name.”
    “It’s short for Karen.”
    “Well, Kaz, you ready to see your new seats?” He stopped at a door clearly marked “No Entry”.
    She blinked. Er, no. Not if it meant an end to their conversation. “You still haven’t told me who asked you to sort out the mess.”
    “I know. And I will. Later.” He pushed the door open as Sophie and Tasha caught up. A wave of sound crashed over them. The sound of forty thousand