Page 15 of Love is a Dance Step
The guys meant the three other men and one woman in Rockstars Anonymous, the support group their publicist forced them into. He was thankful for Mel every day, because Ben, Dax, Noah, and Jo had become his family. “Noah and Jo are waiting to take the stage, so I’m guessing it’s just your guy?”
Piper blushed. He loved that his assistant was dating Ben Evans. “And Dax.”
Dax Nelson, the mystery of rock. His music was universally beloved, and he’d been a child prodigy able to play most instruments he picked up. But he didn’t let the fans see his face. No concerts. No interviews. Few people knew the man behind the music.
Drew sat on his couch and leaned his head back. “Okay, get them on the line.”
A sheepish expression flashed across Piper’s face. “They’ve sort of been on the line since news got out about Leah. They had me FaceTime them so they could see proof you could sing without dancing.” She pulled her phone out of her pocket and sure enough, both Dax and Ben’s faces stared back at him.
Drew scowled. “You two doubted me?”
“Always.” Ben laughed. “How’s Leah?”
Drew sighed. “We don’t know yet.”
Seeing these guys always calmed him. They kept each other grounded in this crazy world of music.
“How are you?” Dax’s expression didn’t change.
“Don’t know that either.” Drew sighed, the adrenaline faded more each moment as exhaustion took hold, both mentally and physically.
“We’re coming to Florida.” Ben stared into the camera as if there was no room for argument.
“What?” That got Drew’s attention. “You don’t need to do that.”
“Of course we do. It’s what Rockstars Anonymous is for. We support each other.”
“But you don’t even know Leah.” He didn’t want to let them know how relieved he was at the notion they’d stand with him while his best friend was hurt.
“But we know you.”
Drew sighed. It wouldn’t work. “Ben, you were just with us not long ago. Surely you guys have lives you can’t just pause.”
Ben shook his head. “I’m just in the recording studio. That can wait. The band will understand.”
Piper snorted, and Drew knew exactly what she was thinking. Ben’s band consisted of his friend, Conner, and Piper’s sister, Quinn, a woman who was known to be… dramatic. There was no way she’d be okay with Ben disappearing. Again.
But Ben pressed on. “I can handle Quinn. Dax probably has meetings or whatnot, but the label lets him do whatever he wants, so he can get out of it.”
“Hey!” Dax leaned forward. “Not true.”
It was definitely true. As the label’s best-selling artist—by a mile—he had liberties no one else enjoyed. One of which was irritating their publicist, Melanie, and still getting back on her good side.
Ben removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “Dax can fire up his jet—I’ve always wanted to say that.”
Dax groaned. “I’ve told you before. I do notowna jet. I rent them.”
Drew’s brow arched. “Same diff.” All three of them had money—a lot of it—but Dax’s career took him to a whole different level. “The rest of us have to toil away on commercial.”
Piper coughed. “Snobs.”
Ben grinned. “You say something, babe?”
“First, don’t call me babe. I’m your girlfriend, not your pig. Second, you guys fly first class. It’s not exactly roughing it. And third, just get off the phone so you can get here. Unlike Drew, I know there’s no stopping this Rockstars Anonymous love y’all got going on, and Drew should be changing to get to the hospital. See you soon, boys.” She hung up and took the phone from Drew. “Get dressed. Let’s try to get out of here while Noah is still on stage.”
Before she could escape out the door, Drew snagged her into a hug. It wasn’t the first time he’d realized how lucky he was to steal her away from working for her sister. “You’re the best, you know that, right?”
“Is that why you’re trying to squeeze the life out of me?”
