Girl With Guitar by Caisey Quinn Read Free Book Online Page B

show. Big Red was inching closer to Trace by the second. Hello, desperate much? Ugh. Kylie was too keyed up to go sit on the bus anyways.
    “So what’s it like going from waitressing to this?” a deep voice asked from behind her.
    Kylie whirled around to see who the speaker was. Steven, her hero for the night. She grinned up at him, though still slightly embarrassed about the scene he’d witnessed earlier.
    “Haven’t really had a free second to think about it,” Kylie told him, leaning back so she could get a good look at him. Lulu would’ve swooned all over herself.
    “Kylie Ryans, not just a waitress, even though that’s how she introduced herself as she was backing away from me,” he read from a copy of Country Weekly .
    “What? Where does it say that?” She made a grab for the magazine but the tattooed Adonis before her lifted it just out of her reach and kept reading.
    “But though she seems modest and shy at first glance, don’t be fooled. On stage she transforms into a vixen, full of swagger with a deep southern sound that will captivate any audience.”
    “Does it seriously say that?”
    “Wait, there’s more,” he told her, holding up a hand. “Kylie has confessed to having a thing for tatted up musicians, specifically those in country rock crossover bands.”
    “Let me guess. Hero for a Night specializes in country rock crossover?” She couldn’t help but grin.
    “Thankfully, yes. Quite a coincidence, huh?”
    Kylie rolled her eyes and turned to leave. She really wanted to get back to the bus so she could get online and find out how she ended up in Country Weekly .
    “Hey wait, you want this?” he asked, stretching the magazine out to her.
    “Um, I don’t want to take it from you since you carry it around and all,” Kylie told him with a smile.
    Steven laughed and handed it to her. “Nah, I’m not much of a reader. Just grew up with Trace and heard some girl he was touring with might be mentioned in this issue. Wanted to see if this Michael Miller dude knew what he was talking about.”
    “And did he?”
    “Yeah, I think he did.” He looked around and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Actually I was going to see if you wanted to come to a party with me now that you’re all done here, and Trace is behaving himself.”
    “Um, I don’t think—”
    “Don’t think you’d be safe with a tatted up guitar player? You might be right,” he told her with a wink.
    “Hardly. It’s just, I’m not really sure if my, um, Pauly, would be okay with that.” On one hand, a party sounded kind of fun and it would probably be a lot better than the ones back home. And it would definitely be better than witnessing the Trace and Big Red flirtfest. But on the other hand, she didn’t know this guy or the area. Probably not a great idea to go off on her own.
    “Okay, well, your Pauly could come too. That your boyfriend?” Something dark flashed across his handsome face, but he smiled.
    “No, he’s my, I mean Trace’s, manager.” Saying Trace’s name out loud forced him to the forefront of her mind. She glanced over her shoulder to see him laughing and tossing back shots with the redhead. The blondes were nowhere to be seen.
    “Well, if he’s hanging with Shelby, he’ll be at the same party we’re going to. Surely if he can go you can too, right?”
    Kylie watched as Trace helped Shelby off her stool and they headed out of the bar. Excellent point. “Can’t see why not,” she answered with a shrug.
    “Sweet. I need a Ladderball partner.” Steven draped an arm over Kylie’s shoulders and steered her towards the exit.
    “I have to be back to the bus before tomorrow morning. We leave at six.”
    “I’m scandalized,” he said dropping his arm, mouth gaping open at her. “Here I am asking you to a party for a few drinks and some innocent Ladderball, and you’re suggesting a sleepover? I barely know you.”
    “Shut up. You know what I meant!” Kylie shoved him