Love Revolution (Black Cat Records Shakespeare Inspired trilogy) (13 page)

For Sam, the spotlight stayed on JR. She didn’t notice anyone else. Frenetic yet fluid, he flailed away on the drums like a madman, a modern day Keith Moon. His sticks spun like twin rotor blades on a Chinook helicopter, and his knees pumped up and down, pistons pounding out the rhythm.

Clearly being a drummer is a total body workout
, she mused
.
No wonder he was so buff
.
Her lips curved up at the decadent direction of her thoughts. JR’s upper torso was bare, corded with lean muscle, and covered in a sheen of perspiration. His lower body was hidden behind the drums, but she knew that he wore his usual Diesels. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she continued to watch him. She’d never seen anyone attack the drum set with the voracity that he did. He was a master.

Cheers and whistles from the crowd reached a deafening level by the time the band finished with the ballad, “Mother’s Gift.” Beth grabbed Sam’s hand as the audience stood calling for an encore. “Follow me. Now the real work’s about to begin.”

After a couple of hours of back stage smiling, schmoozing, and handing out CD’s and promotional packets to various media representatives, Sam understood what Beth had meant. She flopped back in her chair, exhausted. She had wanted to talk to John all evening, but hadn’t been able to get anywhere near him.

Finally, the crowd started to thin out. Looking up from her table, she noticed that there were only a few people milling around backstage now. Carter Besille, a popular talk show host and a
Ken
doll come to life, was across the room interviewing JR. No doubt Marcus had refused to talk to Besille, given their history.

Sam sighed, bummed at having to wait a little longer. She returned her attention to gathering the leftover packets. Suddenly, a hand touched her shoulder. When she glanced up, Danny leaned in and kissed her cheek, lingering an uncomfortable amount of time in her personal space. “Danny,” she sputtered, pulling back reflexively.

“Just wanted to congratulate you on a job well done tonight,” he said, standing there awkwardly and staring.

“Thanks,” she managed.

“No problem. Anyways, see you around I guess.”

As Danny walked away, she noticed JR moving to intercept him. By the look of displeasure on his face it appeared that he had seen the whole thing. The two men exchanged words with JR doing most of the talking. Then Danny shook his head and skulked off. JR turned and approached her table.

“Hey,” he said, smiling his lazy grin. He grabbed her up in his arms and spun her before setting her down on the tabletop.

She smiled shyly up at him.

“Just so you know, you’re mine.” JR played with an errant curl. “I told that misfit to keep his hands and lips off of you.”

“Huh…What? Who?” Sam stammered, distracted by the play of tight muscles rippling across his naked chest. “I can’t think when you have your shirt off, John.”

“Look all you want, baby.” He put his hands in his back pockets and stuck his chest out, making an exaggerated pose. “I’m all yours.”

Her resulting giggle was abruptly stifled when he captured her hands and trapped them against his bare chest. Her heart pounded in a furious rhythm. He tugged her closer, tucked a curl behind her ear, and leaned down. Sam placed her fingers over his lips. “Stop,” she said breathlessly. “Wait. Just a second. I have something to tell you and I’ve been waiting all night to say it.”

“Ok, woman. Make it quick. Your lips are waiting.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

“I love you, too,” she said softly.

 Forget the drums, he had mastered
her
.

Sara glanced over her shoulder, breathing a sigh of relief. She’d managed to shake Chris in the chaos of the after party. Things were getting too out of control with him. Scanning the backstage area, she located her sister wrapped up with JR in the far corner, the soft light from the exit sign illuminating their faces. “Hey y’all,” she said in greeting and the two jumped apart. “Nice work JR.”

Sam blushed.

“I mean on the drums,” Sara clarified with a smile.

“Thanks,” JR told her before leaning down and brushing his lips lightly against Sam’s cheek. “See you tomorrow. Think about it, ok?”

As soon as he walked away, Sara put her hands on her hips. “Ok. What’s going on, Sam?” she asked, noting the besotted expression on her sweet sister’s face.

“Uh-uh. No way.” Sam turned back to her sister, eyes unglazing. “You first. I saw you leave earlier with Chris, and when you came back in, much, much later, he had on a different shirt! Spill it, Sara Jo!”

Sara shook her head. “It’s not what you think. Did you see him in that urban cowboy fiasco? I had pity on him and took him back to the apartment to change. The press would have had a field day with him the way he was dressed.”

“Why would you even care?” Sam gently goaded her. “I thought you didn’t like him.”

“I don’t. Not really.” She turned away from her sister’s searching gaze.

“You could have fooled me.” Sam wasn’t about to let it go. “Why are you being so evasive? There’s more, isn’t there? What happened with him? Tell me.”

Looking her in the eyes, Sara pressed her lips together before confessing, “Alright. He kissed me.”

“Like at Soho?”

“Better than Soho. The man has some definite skills.”

“I thought you said he kissed like a grandpa.”

Sara’s lip curved up. She got a mischievous glint in her eye. “I lied.”

“Obviously, but why?”

 “Enough of the grand inquisition. What’s your news, Munchkin?”

“JR told me he loves me.” Sam exhaled slowly.

“Tell me something I don’t already know.”

“I told him I love him, too.”

“Again, obvious.”

Sam giggled. “He wants me to fly out to Vancouver Island tomorrow to meet his mom.”

Sara tensed. “Things that serious already between you two?”

“What do you mean?” Sam gave her sister a bewildered look.

“Sam.” Sara pulled gently on one of Sam’s curls. “A guy doesn’t usually take you to meet his parents unless he’s getting ready to pop the question.”

“No way.” Sam shook her head in disbelief. “He just wants to show me where he grew up.”

“Ok, alright. I didn’t mean to spook you, Sam. But, just in case he did ask, what would you say?”

With only a slight hesitation, Sam replied easily, “I’d say, yes.”

Jaw set, Danny entered his modest hotel room and threw his coat down on the faded floral bedspread. He began pacing back and forth. The anger that always simmered just below the surface boiled over. A string of profanity streamed from his lips. He hated JR.

The way that douchebag had gotten in his face tonight had been the final straw. After all it wasn’t like he’d been making a real move on that young intern with the nice rack. It’d just been harmless flirting. JR had a lot of nerve going all territorial on him when he’d probably be tired of her in a week. The dude never appreciated anything he had anyway. And he’d always been like that.

If JR was the star of his own solar system, then Danny was Pluto. So far removed from the center that he was almost unnoticeable. Inconsequential. Insignificant. JR’s little bitch.

Growing up in the same small town, he’d had to suffer watching that spoiled doctor’s kid get everything. All the things Danny wanted and deserved. What really galled him was how easily everything came to the guy. He cruised effortlessly through high school-tall, handsome, flashing those perfect teeth at the in crowd that orbited and revered him.

Meanwhile Danny had to duck and dodge through the asteroid belt of adolescence. Years of orthodontics and speech therapy had corrected his overbite and stuttering, but of course that wasn’t nearly enough to earn him a spot in JR’s universe.

When it came to Danny’s real passion, playing the drums, JR outshone him the most. While hours of daily practice had earned him a coveted drum corps spot, Richie Rich Raymond won first chair going away, all on innate talent. Still, Danny was good and he knew it. That’s why he thought he had a gambler’s chance when the Anthony brothers had held an open audition for their band. He’d been so confident that day. He’d nailed it, too. But then, JR showed up, and once again, Danny was eclipsed.

And while JR and Brutal Strength rocketed into the stratosphere, Danny remained earthbound. He clawed and scraped his way up in the music industry, always on the road and never with enough money or recognition. That ten grand bet had been trivial to Raymond, but it wasn’t chump change to Danny.

Even now that he was in Chris Alex’s band he still felt like he was getting the crumbs while arrogant assholes like Raymond dined on the caviar. His visage darkened. Well, if there was anything…anything at all that he could do to screw with that prick, he’d consider it cosmic karma, medicine for his soul.

“Duty time,” the uniformed cell block supervisor barked from his position on the floor. He slapped his side handle baton against a muscled thigh. “Hop to it, Daniels, Jiminez, Smith, Reynolds.”

Hearing the command, Pace Daniels swore under his breath as he left his six by eight foot cell. It was so small he sometimes felt like the walls were closing in on him. He dutifully fell in line behind the other inmates. His fists clenched involuntarily as they made their way past the long row of cages identical to his. He was sick to death of this hell hole.