Page 6 of The Fire Walker
He hit the intercom and said, “Start itagain.”
His voice was one hundred percent sexy. I didn’t know how I could come to that conclusion from three little words, but he was so Australian it hurt. I was a sucker for an accent…and his eyes. I seriously felt like fanningmyself.
My gaze locked with Zoe’s, and she smiled, probably guessing that I was currently in a state of melting under those dark brown eyes of Dee whatever his last namewas.
“Sorry, it’s a fleeting call,” Georgie was saying. “We have a full schedule for you guys over the next few days, so we just wanted to stop by and introduce ourselves. Anything you need, day or night, just let us know. Simone has Jessie’snumber.”
“Thanks, Georgie, Jessie,” Simone replied diplomatically. I’m sure they did things differently in Australia. Galaxy was more about the glitz and the dollar signs, and I got the feeling, even from this short meeting, that the band wasn’t into it that much…and that made me like them evenmore.
I didn’t dare look back into the booth as we left the studio, the muted sounds of whatever part the guitarist was playing seeping out of the sound tech’sheadphones.
The outer door closed behind us, and as we walked toward the car, the look that guy had given me played on mymind.
“Cute, isn’t he?” Georgie drawled, and I shuddered internally. Of course, she’d gothere.
“I guess,” I replied nonchalantly. The guitarist was smoking hot and made all the right parts drenched, but I didn’t want to say it. It would just encourageher.
“He was checking you out.” It came out a littleresentful.
“Don’t be silly, Georgie,” I said. “You know what I’mlike.”
She smiled at me wickedly, and I was suddenly sorry for the guy. The next few days were going to beveryinteresting, and I hoped to hell it wouldn’t include any damagecontrol.
