Page 103 of Beautiful Distraction

I sling my handbag over my shoulder and grab my jacket. Imost certainly won’t be freezing my ass off out there, not even for the likesof Mile High.

The clicking sound of heels echoes down the hall a momentbefore Mandy reaches me.

I peer down at her shoes doubtfully. The heels are so high,at some point, I know, her feet will hurt so much she’ll either want to swap orI’ll have to carry her. Usually, I end up giving her my shoes. But today I’lllet her pay the price of beauty just because she’s inflicting this kind oftorture upon me.

“Where’s this gig?” I ask.

“Josh knows. He’s driving us.”

As if on cue, a car honks outside.

“Josh? Your most recent conquest?” I can’t help but ask.

“Yes. So?” Mandy shoots me a frown.

“What about my car?”

“We’ll get it after the gig.”

“I can’t believe you asked him to trudge along.” I brush myhair out of my eyes, barely able to contain my laughter. “He’ll be so into youwhen you start squealing in his ear.”

“I don’t squeal.”

“You so do when Mile High’s on.”

“So what?” She glares at me. “He told me he’s a fanhimself.”

God, no!

Not another fan.

I’d rather be stuck with a zombie and the danger of beingeaten alive than with a complete snooze fest of a rendition of Mile High’slyrics.

I open the door and head out to the waiting pickup truck,settling in the back seat. Mandy takes the front seat a few moments later,ignoring me as she leans into Josh to place a soft kiss on his cheek.

It’s so obvious they have a fling, I turn away to give themprivacy.

“Are you ladies excited?” Josh asks.

“Hell, yeah.” Mandy giggles.

“Hell, no,” I mumble.

Josh laughs and meets my gaze in the rearview mirror. Hisdark blue eyes shimmer with unspoken understanding. Or maybe that’s what I wantto see in them because they’re warm and friendly and the complete opposite ofKellan’s, with his brooding looks and evasiveness. Josh’s hand travels to touchMandy’s arm as he’s saying something to her. I turn away again, feeling just a littlebit sorry for myself at the idea she’s found someone so nice and easygoingwhile I seem to have caught the attention of Mr.Complicated-I-don’t-do-relationships-aloof.

“Josh, do we have any plans after the gig?” Mandy asks.

“I have a surprise in store for you.” He winks at her.

“Now we’re talking,” Mandy says.

Let me guess!

It involves his bedroom and handcuffs, which I’m sure he hasstacked somewhere in there. All guys do.

“Thanks for driving us,” Mandy says.

He smiles at her for a second before his gaze focuses backon the dark street. “Anything for you.”

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