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“You know my name,” she whispers.
“Of course,” Jules says warmly. “A friend of Sam’s is a friend of mine.”
Emily is practically vibrating next to me. “It’s so nice to meet you. Thank you for the tickets. I can’t believe I’m actually meeting you.”
“The pleasure is mine.” I feel like he’s going to say something more, but Loren calls him. “Sorry, gotta go. See you after the show.” He winks and strolls away, his ass unbelievably attractive in those pants.
Emily is trembling. “I can’t get over how Julian Hill isright thereandheknowsyou.”
“Me neither,” I admit. I’m feeling flustered, too. Because it’s one thing to see him in my space—my office. Or all formal at an event.
But this is his turf. We’re here to watchhisshow.
The bustle on the stage stops as the last-minute checks are completed. The musicians walk on all at once and take their places. Down on the field, the crowd roars its approval.
Before Julian walks on, he looks over at me and smiles. I wave, feeling dorky. He laughs and runs to the microphone.
The concert starts. It’s raucous and energetic and all noise. Earplugs help.
Watching from the wings, though, the event is indescribable. If I thought Julian was powerful coming through a laptop screen, it’s nothing like watching him command a whole stage.
The wholeoutdoors.
He’s prowling and interacting with the audience. Singing low notes and high. Holding a note for so long I grow faint.
But the way he moves.
The way he looks over at me every once in a while and winks.
Holy Biggie Smalls.
I’m… starstruck.
I wish it were only Jules and me and no one else around.
CHAPTER14
Sam
After the show, as promised, Loren shows us back to Julian’s dressing room. It’s gotten chilly, and Loren brings me a tour sweatshirt, which I put on.
I’m amazed they remembered, with everything else they must be responsible for.
As we approach the dressing room, though, Emily eyes me thoughtfully, nods three times, and stops. “I must.”
“Must what? Come on, don’t make Loren wait,” I say.
She shakes her head, then leans over to whisper in my ear, “Look. My best friend has a chance at getting together with my favorite rock star. I am not getting in the way of this. You shall owe me for life, and I will feast upon your stories at the end. Just call me the matchmaker.”
OMG she’s thebest.
And all sorts of feelings flood my gut.
Loren looks between us. “If you don’t want to meet up with him…”
“Oh, he does,” Emily says, and pushes me forward.
She steps back and watches Loren knock on the door. No one answers, so they open it, and I step in.
