Page 36 of Such A Good Guy

When I brought them backstage, Luke was leaning against a table, strumming idly on the ukulele.

Good. This would be irresistible catnip to his rabid superfans, and they would be catnip to him.

There was a huge, communal intake of breath as they saw him, and both pink-haired twins immediately rushed up to him, grabbing both his hands.

He immediately wrung away, frowning.

“No, I’m not interested.”

I felt irritated and swept my arm generally over the group.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t want to deny your passionate fans the opportunity for some one-on-one time?” I said.

“What’s one-on-one time?” he asked, his lips twisting up at me.

“Well. . . you know,” I said, sidling up to him and hissing at him. “The usual mega-celebrity shit. Fucking all your groupies.”

He grinned. “I don’t fuck my groupies.”

“Why?”

“I only wantyou.”

“Come on, Luke,” I choked out.

He put a hand on the back of my neck, then turned slightly.

“Just to be clear and upfront, this is the future Mrs. Luna O’Neill but I’m happy to take pictures with everyone. Just no touching, please.”

There were some very disgruntled looks at me as they all trooped out after one no-touching picture apiece.

“Did you bring us here to humiliate us?” one woman snapped.

“I didn’t know he was going to do that,” I hissed back.

Irritation sizzled over my skin, and I felt sudden anger spike over me even though I was normally so even-tempered.

“Luke, what is the matter with you?” I raged at him. “I was just trying to show you some other options. Stop acting so obsessed with me.”

He waited patiently, his hands on the table behind him.

“I’m sorry, but that’s one thing I can’t give you,” he said apologetically.

My fear seemed to swallow me, and I held out my hand, standing several feet away so I couldn’t feel his heat.

“Let me see your phone,” I demanded.

He drew his eyebrows together.

Instead of the usual response men gave, he said, “Sure. I think it’s in my backpack over there.”

“You don’t keep itonyou?” I snapped.

No matter how much I snapped at him, Luke never looked at me with anything but sunny joy.

“Why would I?” he asked. “You’rehere with me.”

He strode over to his bag and picked up his phone, handing it to me without even a glance down at it.

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