“Nothing on his phone. Just need to check his woman’s.”
“Why do you need to check our phones anyway?” Kev asked.
“Because I saw you recording us with your phone while we were on the balcony,” Brian said, taking Gail’s phone and checking her photo stream.
“No idea what you’re talking about,” Kev said. “Is your room next to ours?”
“Obviously.” The dude had just said he knew they were on the balcony getting some—was he completely stupid? Brian’s frustration escalated as photo after photo of a very fluffy, very orange Pomeranian graced every image in Gail’s phone. There wasn’t anything remotely related to him and Myrna saved to her files.
“That’s Peaches!” Gail said. “Oh, I miss her so much already. I wish we could have brought her with us.”
“Sometimes I think she loves that dog more than she loves me,” Kev said and shook his head.
“There isn’t anything on here either,” Brian said to Myrna as finished flipping through dog pictures.
“Maybe you were seeing things,” she said. “And are you sure you saw it from this side of the balcony?”
He was sure. At least he had been until both phones came up evidence-free.
“Maybe I was mistaken.”
“If you two are free for dinner, we’d love to take you out. My buddies will never believe that A, I met Brian Sinclair. B, he’s staying in the room next to mine. And C, he had dinner with me.”
“No,” Brian said, without consulting Myrna. He was pretty sure they’d be on the same page here. “We already have plans.”
“No offense, but it’s our honeymoon,” Myrna said, sounding slightly apologetic. Brian had no idea why. “We just want to spend time alone together.”
“In private,” Brian added, still convinced that one of these two—probably Kev—had been spying on them.
“I understand,” Kev said dejectedly as he scratched the back of his neck. “Well, if you change your mind…”
“We won’t,” Brian said and spun Myrna toward their open hotel room door.
He ushered her inside and closed the door. He wanted to be alone with her, sure, but mostly he wanted to get away from Kev and Gail. They made him uncomfortable, though he couldn’t put his finger on why.
“What has gotten into you?” Myrna stood just inside the room with both hands on her hips and eyeing him with disapproval.
“What are you talking about?” He honestly had no idea.
“I’ve never seen you act so rude toward a fan. Ever. First you blew him off on the plane and now you go barging into his room accusing him of recording us with his phone and then you reject his invitation to his wedding and to dinner without so much as an apology.”
“You want to go to their wedding and to dinner with them?”
“Hell no, but you could show a little common courtesy. He obviously idolizes you.”
“A lot of people idolize me,” he pointed out.
“I know. It’s just when you start to take that for granted—”
Oh. “I become a self-involved prick.”
She smiled and relaxed her stance. “And that’s not who you are.”
That’s who his father had been. Brian had promised himself long ago that if he ever came close to equaling his father’s phenomenal success as a guitarist, he’d never take his fans for granted and he’d never make his family feel as if they weren’t the most important part of his life. So if he was already breaking his first promise, what was to say he’d be able to keep the second one?
“Should I go apologize to them?” Brian asked.
“I don’t think that’s necessary,” she said. “They are pretty weird.”
“But if we run into them again, try to be a little nicer.”
“I’ll try. But if I catch him spying on us again, I will stomp on his face.”
“If you’re sure it’s him, I won’t stop you.”
He drew her into his arms and kissed her slowly, deeply, hoping she could feel how much he loved her through the touch of his lips and the rapidly engorging ridge in his shorts.
“Where were we?” he murmured.
“Before I get all wrapped up in you again, you need to call Trey,” she said.
“You’re kidding, right?”
She shook her head. “He’ll be worried. I’m surprised he hasn’t called you ten times already.”
“I still have my phone in airplane mode,” Brian admitted.
“Well, that explains it.” She laughed and drew away. “Don’t talk too long,” she said as she walked through an open door and disappeared into the bathroom.
Brian fished his phone out of his pocket and after adjusting his settings, dialed Trey. He didn’t bother reading the multitude of text messages or listen to his voicemail.
“What the hell, dude?” Trey answered. “Where are you? Why aren’t you answering your phone? I even tried calling Myrna’s. I was starting to think you were dead.”
“This is the morgue…” Brian said, doing his best to disguise his voice by speaking at a lower pitch than normal. “We found this phone on a dead body. Can you come down and identify the remains?”
“That’s not even funny, Brian.”
Brian chuckled. “How did you know it was me?”
“Because,” Trey said. “You suck!”
“In general or at disguising my voice?”
“Both. Where the hell are you?” Trey sounded uncharacteristically pissed off.
“I’m in paradise with Myrna.”
“What? You’re in Aruba already? I thought you were leaving tomorrow. Or are you talking about Myrna’s pussy again?”
Brian did like to praise her pussy. “Both. We had a change of plans.” He heard the water in the shower turn on, and a moment later Myrna was singing “Come and Get Your Love.” Badly. He grinned and wandered into the bathroom to watch her performance. And to get his love.
“I packed a bag, and I’ve been sitting around all day waiting—”
“That’s what you get for inviting yourself to my honeymoon. I gotta go.”
“When will you be back?”
“In time for the tour. Tell Sed for me.” He hung up and dropped the phone on the sink counter before shedding his clothes and climbing into the shower behind the sexy woman who owned his heart. It didn’t matter to him that she couldn’t carry a tune. He loved her anyway. He joined in to make her song a duet while he filled his hands with her curves. “You’re fine and all mine and always divine.” Not the exact words, but he couldn’t remember them with the blood from his head draining into his dick.