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My brows scrunched up at her words. “Doesn’t that defeat the purpose?”

“There’s no point in you calling me until you hear from me because if you haven’t heard from me, then I’ve got no news for you. Got it?” She huffed and started to pull her hand back.

Reaching out, I grabbed the card from her and stuffed it in my back pocket.

She put in her code, and her face lit up from the screen. Her golden eyes flicked up to meet mine. “Now, what’s your number so I can get ahold of you?”

A slow smirk spread across my face, and my chest puffed up, knowing she wanted me. “Are you sure that’s why you want my number?”

“Why else would I want it?” She cocked her leg out and placed her hand on her hips. “This is strictly business, Walker. Don’t get any ideas in that testosterone-filled head of yours.”

“Okay, okay,” I held my hands up. “I get it. I couldn’t help myself. You’re one fine ass chick.”

“Give me your phone number before I forget how talented you were tonight, and leave and never come back.” Her black fingernail tapped on her phone screen as she waited.

“Alright. I’m sorry,” I apologized and rattled off my phone number to her. She may have said it was only business, but I knew it was more. And the thought of my number being in her phone only proved it.

“Great,” she flashed a smile. “I’ll be in touch.” Pen turned to walk away and then turned back to me. I thought for sure she was going to tell me this was all a joke, but those weren’t the words that came out of her mouth. “Can you send me the music and lyrics to all of your songs?”

“I guess so.” I said it like it was a question when I would do whatever she wanted of me.

“Perfect. My email is on the card. Have a good night.” This time when she turned to walk away, Pen didn’t look back, no matter how much I wanted her to. I watched her fine ass in her tight jeans make its way down the side of the building and didn’t look up until it was firmly planted inside her white Audi TTS coupe.

When I turned to the back door, both Cross and Kenton were standing there with stupid ass grins on their faces.

Kenton cracked up as he stepped outside. “You’ve got it bad.”

“Shut up, asshole. There’s nothing wrong with looking at a fine ass woman.” I shrugged and started walking to where we parked earlier.

“Don’t leave us hanging, douchebag. Tell us what she said,” Cross yelled as I straddled my bike.

“Fine.” I sat my helmet between my legs and waited until they reached me. I told them what little Pen had said. Yes, I shot the gun, bringing her out back. I thought it was going to be some long, drawn-out talk where she’d talk contracts and numbers, when all in all, it wasn’t much more than a promise.

“Did she really ask for all our music and lyrics?” Kenton’s head fell back, and he howled at the sky.

Cross and I laughed at him. Greer was nowhere in sight. Typical.

“I can’t believe someone from a huge record label was at our show tonight,” Cross said quietly.

“I know, man, me neither. We need to ramp up the practices, and I’ve already got a new song tickling at the back corner of my brain.”

“Awesome, man. Now let’s go celebrate,” Cross yelled, clapping his hands.

Putting my helmet on, I started to pull away and had to look back at the spot Pen had been parked in. I couldn’t help being drawn to it. I had no idea that night would change the course of the rest of our lives.

CHAPTERTHREE

pen

2 Weeks Later

Cristiano didn’t even botherto look at me as he scrolled through his phone. “I’m not sure, Pen. Like I said last time, I thought they’d be… edgier.”

I didn’t understand Cristiano. He was the one who wanted me to go see Crimson Heat play, and now he’d been pulling this shit for the last two weeks.

“I’m not saying they’re one hundred percent ready, but I think I can get them the way we want them. They have so much potential.”

He nodded; his eyes flicked up to meet mine for a moment before his phone buzzed in his hand. “Fine, I want weekly reports of their practices, and if I don’t see any improvement, then the answer is no. Tomorrow night, I have a show I want you to scout for me. I’ll email you the information.”

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