Page 28 of Living on the Edge

But more than that, I’m a little starstruck by Angus in particular.

The guys are all good-looking and talented, with their own charm and personality, but there’s something different about Angus.

And when he caught me staring at him right after his solo, that familiar spark sizzled like we’d touched.

The look we shared was raw heat.

Pure lust.

I can’t even properly articulate what happened just now.

But it was intense.

And even though he’s an arrogant ass, he makes my heart beat faster.

I felt the magnetism that night in my hotel room before we argued and being this close to him during a performance has me twisted up in knots. I’ve never been starstruck before. I grew up around rock stars. Whenever Dad had a chance, he’d take me to shows, so I stopped being affected by the rich and famous years ago.

So this thing with Angus has to be something else.

It’s a visceral reaction that goes beyond the fact that he’s the gorgeous, talented, and captivating drummer for Crimson Edge.

He literally takes my breath away.

And that’s dangerous.

I have a job to do and he’s part of it, so no matter what my nervous system—or any other parts of me—might think, I have to stay professional and keep him at a distance. Well, something of a distance. I can’t ignore him. But I have to make sure we’re never alone again.

That shouldn’t be too hard since he doesn’t seem to like me any more than I like him. At least, that’s how it feels when we talk. Whenever we look at each other, something else happens.

I move farther back for the rest of the show and wind up next to Sasha, who flew in because Nobody’s Fool’s album just officially went platinum and she’s going to surprise them with the news.

“Does it ever get old?” I ask her. “Watching them night after night?”

She smiles. “Sometimes? I wouldn’t say it gets old, but I have responsibilities that go beyond my work. I have a husband and two kids, and he’s back at the hotel putting them to bed while I’m here. So while I love this, and the show itself never gets old, I do feel that pull to be with my family.”

“That’s understandable. At least they were able to come with you.”

“Well, my husband plays professional hockey so once he has to start training camp, I’ll have to be at home, back to full-time mommy duties. Yes, I have a nanny and can fly out for special shows and meetings or whatever, but I’m not letting a nanny raise my kids. And we want one more, so that should slow me down a little.”

I chuckle. “Three kids. I can’t even imagine.”

“I could never imagine it either. But I always knew I’d have them with Anton. I was mesmerized the minute I met him, and that was all she wrote.”

“Was it love at first sight?” I ask curiously.

“It was…something. I’m not sure it was love. We were young so hormones played a part in it. But once we started talking, I was completely hooked. I’m a firm believer that fate gives you all the information you need—it’s just a matter of deciphering it sometimes.”

“I guess I’m still waiting for my message,” I say, laughing.

She nods. “Trust me—you’ll know. It will probably come out of nowhere too. When you’re least expecting it.”

Like being completely transfixed every time your eyes lock? Or watching him play the most mind-bending drum solo in the world? Is that what it feels like?

Unfortunately, I can’t ask her any of that.

I stare back at the stage, watching Angus as he does his thing.

I’d love to talk to him about the water aspect of his show for Rockin’ With Ryleigh. My viewers would enjoy an inside look at something that specific, and I don’t think it’s the type of thing Rich would care about.

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