matter of time, right?
“ So, what do you wanna sing?” Rob pulled my chair toward him so he could talk into my ear. On stage, Uncle Joey continued banging on the piano and playing his harp. The notes seemed less sharp, softer around the edges, since the two shots.
“ Janis,” I said immediately. There was only one song I thought I could sing well. “The one we sang in the car… do you think the band knows it?”
“ Probably.” Rob’s hand moved to my shoulder, his thumb caressing the skin of my neck. I leaned into him with a small sigh.
“ I am so glad we came here,” he whispered into my ear,
I met his eyes and even in my sudden alcohol fog, I saw the dazzled look there. The star was star struck.
“Me, too.”
I was beyond glad, in spite of this new karaoke surprise. Was I really going to get up on stage with Rob Burns and Jimmy Voss? The thought made me feel a little nauseous.
“Be right back.” I stood and the room tilted. I put my hand on Rob’s shoulder to steady myself as things righted themselves.
I grabbed my purse and threaded my way through tables and into the ladies ’ room. While I was in the stall, I heard the blond waitress come into the bathroom, giggling with another girl and talking about never washing her ass again. I waited until they left before I ventured out to wash my hands.
I stood at the mirror, wishing now I hadn ’t dressed this way. The fishnets and boots seemed too slutty, the black mini-skirt too short, the black button-down blouse tucked into it much too tight and low-cut. Katie had approved it before we left but, of course, she approved it for a rock star fan, not for standing on stage singing with a rock star. That hadn’t exactly been in the plan.
I smoothed my long, dark hair again and touched up my make-up, my hands trembling. It was the first time I’d seen my forehead after the accident and I lifted my hair to explore the wound. It was dark purple, a clear line through the middle of the bump where the edge of the door had hit my head. I used make-up to cover it the best I could, letting my hair fall over it.
I stared into the mirror at my reflection and f or the first time since we’d left the arena, I wondered what Katie and Tyler were doing, and I wondered too, for the first time, what I was doing. Yes, I was star struck over Rob Burns, and yes, I found myself very attracted to him, and yes, I had no doubt I would end up at his hotel tonight if that’s what I wanted.
At least, I was pretty sure...
So what was I going to do, give up this opportunity? Should I just drive him to his hotel and call it a night? I knew I wasn’t much more to him than the blonde whose ass he had autographed with a marker. I just happened, by chance and circumstance, to be one tiny step above that.
Still, a voice in my head kept telling me this was all going too fast, I shouldn ’t be doing this, Sabrina Taylor wasn’t this kind of girl, and on top of all that, the voice kept insistently repeating , he’s married, you know. Slinging my purse over my shoulder, I headed for the door, wondering if one more shot might shut that voice up for good.
When I returned to the table, Voss was on stage, Uncle Joey with him this time, along with the band. I considered begging off, even telling Rob I was going to leave and ask him to call a cab. But when he smiled and offered me a chair, that thought immediately left my head. I knew I was going to get on stage with Rob Burns and Jimmy Voss and sing something, in spite of the butterflies in my stomach.
Thank God for liquid courage. I had the waitress bring me another beer. Rob raised an eyebrow and winked as I drank half of it in a few gulps and then wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. When Jimmy ended the song, he looked right at us. Right at me. And he grinned. I turned to Rob, about to say something, but I couldn’t seem to form any words.
“ Got a little treat for you, folks!” Voss nodded toward Rob. “We got a regular