Meeting Trouble (New Adult Rock Star Romance) by Emme Rollins Read Free Book Online

piano and started banging out a boogie beat. He looked small and ancient sitting with a homemade harmonica holder around his neck, but the man could play like nobody’s business.
    Rob caught the waitress and ordered us two beers. I just tapped my foot to the music, enjoying the feel of his arm and thigh against mine as we listened to the music. When the waitress put our drinks on the table, Rob paid her. She leaned down to whisper something into his ear.
    Rob’s mouth smiled, but his eyes didn’t. “No, but thanks.”
    I raised my eyebrows but didn ’t say anything, twisting the cap off my beer and taking a swig as I watched the waitress swish away.
    “ To accidents.” Rob tipped his beer toward me and clinked the bottleneck against mine.
    I laughed. “Interesting toast.”
    “ Should I say, happy accidents?” He smiled around the rim of his bottle as he started to drink.
    “ Hey, mind if I join you?” We both looked up to see Jimmy Voss standing behind us, pointing to the chair Uncle Joey had vacated.
    “ Sure!” Rob jumped up, pulling the chair out. “Please, sit!”
    I hid a smile behind my beer bottle. “Hi, Jimmy, great set.”
    Voss gave me a nod, his dark eyes flickering to where my flesh was exposed between black fishnet thigh-highs and mini-skirt. I was strangely dressed for a blues bar. Rob took his seat again, his gaze on Voss. His mouth worked, but nothing came out.
    “ I’m Sabrina.” I jerked my head toward Rob. “This is Rob Burns. He’s the lead singer of Trouble . And of course, we know who you are.”
    “ He doesn’t know who Trouble is!” Rob nudged me hard under the table, reminding me so much of Katie I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.
    “ Sure I do.” Voss took out a cigarette and lit it. He ran a hand over his hair, a deep, slicked back black. “Couldn’t turn on my damned radio without hearing ‘Can’t Break a Broken Heart’ every half hour or so for about a month.”
    I laughed. “You listen to popular radio?”
    “ What, you think I only listen to blues?” He blew smoke from the side of his lopsided smile. “Gotta check out the competition. ‘ Bad Dog Blues’ played on a ton of popular stations once upon a time. You were probably still in diapers then, honey.”
    I stuck my tongue out. “I was in high school, thank you very much. I’m not as young as I look.”
    Voss signaled the waitress before winking at me. “Music to my ears.”
    I flushed and pretended to be interested in a bad painting of Sonny Boy Williams on the wall over Voss ’ head.
    “ So, you can sing, pretty boy, but can you play?” Voss turned his gaze to Rob.
    “ I’m a crappy guitar player.” Rob fingered the napkin under his beer and flushed. “I play just enough to write songs. But I really admire what you do.”
    “ Thanks.” Voss turned to pay the waitress for the beer and two shots she set on the table, but she waved it away, telling him it was on the house. He drank the shots fast, hissing after each one, and then twisted the cap off the beer.
    “ So, I’m curious.” Rob watched him down half the beer. “I’ve heard you’ve gone to open tuning—with a capo?”
    Voss set his beer down and raised an eyebrow at me. “And the boy said he couldn’t play!”
    “ I know a lot,” Rob replied, looking sheepish. “I just don’t practice enough.”
    “ Nah.” Voss nodded toward the stage. “I tune her just like everybody else, son. But I’ve found the capo does some good work on the right fret.”
    I looked at them both like they were speaking alien, taking a sip of my beer and turning to watch Uncle Joey. People whistled and hollered for more so he started banging on the piano again. He looked like he was having a great time.
    “ Cool!” Rob’s voice brought my attention back to the table. “That’s like playing every song in ‘E’! No wonder your sliding licks work the way they do!”
    Voss nodded, signaling the waitress again.
    “Trade