Words and Music by Cameron David by Gina Watson Read Free Book Online Page A

His jaw tensed and his green gaze was glacial.
    “I’m just used to taking care of myself. I still can.”
    “Of course you can. Forgive me.” He turned, leaving her standing in the middle of the lounge alone and cold. If she hadn’t made a promise to him, she’d be leaving. Instead, she gathered her purse and headed out to sit in her car before his set.
    She reclined the car seat and pressed fingers to her brow to relieve the building tension. Their coupledom was starting off with a bang. She couldn’t understand where his possession stemmed from. She’d been alone since she left home at the age of eighteen. At twenty-six, she’d learned a thing or two about taking care of herself. Certainly she could thwart the advances of over anxious men. She’d been doing it for years.
    A knock at her window stole her thoughts away from her current turmoil. Cranking the knob in her trusty old Corolla, she rolled down the window.
    “What are you doing out here?”
    “Just taking a break.”
    “You can do that backstage.”
    “I know.”
    “Do you mean you were trying to take a break from me?”
    “No. I never need a break from you.” It was true. She didn’t. She’d come out to the car to clear her mind. That’s all.
    “Meg,” he panted. “I need you in there. Won’t you come back inside?” He bounced with edgy energy. She’d seen him like this many times before…usually when one of his brothers was in trouble than usual or on the anniversary of his mom’s death. He opened the door and she exited the Corolla.
    “The set starts in an hour. Will you sit with me backstage?”
    “Don’t I always?”
    He seemed relieved as his smile grew until it reached his mouth from corner to corner, brightening their walk. “I thought of a great surprise for you.”
    “Did you now?” He smirked. “When will the requirement be fulfilled?”
    “Tonight.”
    At the threshold, he stood toe to toe, facing her. “I can’t wait. I wish I could kiss you right now.”
                  She glanced around the parking lot. People were starting to line up for the concert and even though security had the area roped off, eyes were on them. “Maybe inside.” She still didn’t understand his sense of possession when it came to men approaching her, but she knew he’d need to keep a clear head for his show. She let go of her irritation in order to provide him with the support he needed. 
                  Backstage the room reserved for the guests was small. He closed and locked the door and since they were alone, they stole a moment. He sat on a black leather loveseat and pulled her across his lap. He smiled down at her like an idiot in love and she shot back a grin of her own.
    She leaned against his chest as he wrote out his set list. He was quiet and deep in thought. The moment was so content that she closed her eyes and rested her cheek on his shoulder.
    “Hey babe.” He woke her with a sweet kiss on the lips. “I gotta get ready for my set.”
    “I fell asleep.”
    “You did—drooled a little bit too.”
    “I did not.”
    “Yeah”—he touched his shirt where her cheek had been and scrunched up his nose—“snored too.”
    She felt her face heat at his playful puns, using her as bait. “I’m going to go scope out the best seat in the house before they open the doors.”
    “I’ll be looking for you.” They quickly kissed and she walked to the lounge and concert area. There was only a handful of seats—executive seating Mike had called it. The chairs were sectioned off from the standing area. A large beefy man was already in place near the ropes used to separate the space. He looked at her badge and then nodded. He pressed a finger to his ear and listened. “Set and ready.”
    If Ashton and Harmony expected to sit up front, he needed to get here. She pulled her phone from her bag and texted Harmony.
    Where R U?
    Parking. Save us seats.
    Down in front. Hurry.
                  She