Page 10 of The Fire Walker
I glanced up at her with a raised eyebrow, but she just walked off into the crowd with a smile, leaving mealone.
“DeeCosgrove.”
I looked up at the sound of a female voice. From the broad New York accent, it could only be Georgie. My first thought washere we go, and that wasn’t meant in a goodway.
“Georgie,” I said politely, straighteningup.
“What are you doing here on yourown?”
“Enjoying some alone-in-a-crowdtime.”
She smiled widely, not getting my meaning. “How have you enjoyed recording in LA so far? I hope Galaxy is doing everything we can to make your stayenjoyable.”
I knew that was a euphemism, but I chose to shudder internally and ignore it. “Recording has been fine. Short butfine.”
“You know, if there’s anything I can do for you, andI mean anything,” she said, pressing closer to me, “all you have to do is say theword.”
I tried to angle myself away, but she was…there,and I was too polite. Glancing over at the bar, I caught Jessie’s eye, and her lips quirked into a knowing smile. I coaxed my expression into one that said‘save me,’and she must’ve let out an exasperated sigh because her shoulders rose and felldramatically.
“And of course, we want to take you right to the top,” Georgie was saying, her hand on my forearm and her breast jammed against myarm.
I nodded uncomfortably, watching Jessie approach out the corner of myeye.
“Dee,” came Jessie’s velvet voice. “If you have a second, I just want to ask you about tomorrow’sconcert.”
Georgie stepped back glaring at her PA. “Do you have to annoy him with thisnow?”
“It’s fine,” I said. “I don’tmind.”
The older woman gave Jessie another glare for good measure and stalked off, disappearing into the throng of people grinding on the dancefloor.
“Thanks,” I said, giving her my trademark sexy smile. “She’s abit…”
“Sluttish?”
I snorted, stifling a laugh. “I was gonna sayspecial, but thatworks.”
She looked around the club uncomfortably, probably realizing she shouldn’t have said that to someone from the band. I had no intention of ratting herout.
After a second, she smiled thinly and said, “Look, I was a bit short with you before, and I’m sorry. It’s just this business, you know?” She rolled her eyesdramatically.
“I know what youmean.”
She straightened up and held out a slender hand. “JessieWare.”
“DylanDeeCosgrove,” I said, emphasizing my nickname. When I slid my hand into hers, I almost had a heart attack. “Can I buy you a drink?” No harm inasking.
“No, thank you,” she replied with a smirk, dropping myhand.
“Damn, you really know how to shoot a guy down in two secondsflat.”
“I do my best.” Her accent sounded strange. Not quiteAmerican.
“Where are you from?” I asked, and she sank back a little,surprised.
“I’m fromMontreal.”
“Canada?”
