Page 12 of Under Pressure

Axel let loose a throaty chuckle that sent every girl in the nearest vicinity swooning. The two ladies to the right of Sean were fanning themselves with their hands.

“What a showboat,” Sean murmured.

Blue quirked a brow. “You don’t like him?”

He shrugged, then laughed under his breath—the sound sent tingles down her spine. “I like him well enough.”

That seemed like a weird thing for him to say considering he and his entire family had front-row tickets to The Venturists’ concert.

Axel grabbed his guitar and slung the strap over his shoulder. The drummer began to play, followed by the base player, and then Axel with his guitar, playing the well-known song, Salty.

He started to sing, and Sean took Blue’s hand, and suddenly, she was in seventh heaven.

When the first song finished, they moved on to Girl on the Train, and then Amelia, which had Sean’s nonna practically swooning in her seat. Blue leaned over to Sean to whisper to him, but ended up yelling instead. “Amelia is such an unusual name, interesting that he has a song called Amelia and you have a grandma called Amelia.”

He opened his mouth to answer, then stopped when a screaming fan’s pledge of love pierced the air.

“Axel, we love you!” A bra flew on to the stage near Axel’s feet.

A groan sounded from Blue’s left, and she and Sean glanced down the row at Don, whose eyes were bulging out of his head.

They shot their gazes to the stage just as Axel took a quick two-step forward toward the bra, winked at Sean, then kicked the bra, and sent it flying right off the stage and in Sean’s direction. One of the large cups landed like a cone on Sean’s head. A chuckle sounded over the speakers as Axel missed a couple words, then somehow, seamlessly jumped back into the song.

Sean pounded his fist and pointed at Axel, then with a grin on his ridiculously handsome face, Sean looked at Blue and laughed.

Blue couldn’t help herself and joined. The last thing she expected at a concert was this, but maybe she should have expected it. Well, the flying bras, but not one landing on her date’s head.

The two of them stood together practically buckled over with laughter. The bra still firmly atop his noggin.

“Get that thing off your head!” Don bellowed from next to Amelia.

Sean pointed at it. “You want to get it off for me, Gramps?”

Don turned a nice cherry red.

Sean faced Blue. “How about you?”

She threw her hands up and leaned back with a chuckle. “No thanks!”

Amelia clasped her hands in front of her. “Oh, Don. Aren’t they the cutest together?”

Sean twisted to the woman on his right and pointed at the bra. “This yours?”

The woman gave him an indulgent smile and shook her head.

Reaching up, Sean whipped the bra off.

Blue got a good look at the thing now. It was huge. “Oh no, this is way too big for her.”

The woman chuckled.

“No offense,” Blue quickly added.

“None taken.” The woman went back to dancing to the song.

“That’s at least a double D.” Blue pointed at the cup.

Axel’s song finished, and he moved on to the next. As the song was warming up, Sean glanced at the bra.

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