Page 78 of Love is a Dance Step
She shrugged. “It was either that or a caffeine drip, and I figured that would be hard to procure. You have a busy day.”
He dropped into a leather chair and sipped his coffee. “Just once I’d like a day off to actually be a day off.”
“Sorry, Charlie.” Melanie sat on the small couch across from him and set her coffee cup on the table between them. “You’re Drew Stone, and with that power comes great responsibility.”
He laughed at her Spiderman quote.
Piper perched on the arm of the couch. “You guys are weird, but whatever Superman comic that was from is right.”
Melanie laughed.
Drew chuckled into his cup. “Seriously, Piper?”
A knock interrupted the imminent comic education, and Melanie rose to answer the door and allow Noah and Jo to join them.
“This meeting better be quick.” Jo threw herself onto the couch. “Unless you all want me to hurl on you.”
Drew looked to Noah. “I thought morning sickness was supposed to be over.” Jo had gotten through her first trimester relatively unscathed.
Jo shot him a scowl. “And how would you know? You don’t know anything.”
“Whoa there.” He put up a hand in surrender. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”
Noah patted Jo’s arm as he took a seat. “She just doesn’t know about those baby books you have hidden away, Drew.”
Drew’s entire body froze. He hadn’t told anyone about his late night reading. He bought his first baby book in Gulf City the day after Jo told the group she was having a baby. It was their baby, a Rockstars Anonymous baby. They’d raise the kid together, God help them all. He relaxed back into his seat. “You’re just worried I’ll be a better dad than you.”
Jo groaned. “How many times do I have to tell you guys? This baby is not yours.”
Noah looped an arm around her. “Whatever you say, Joey.”
“Mel.” Jo looked to their publicist. “Help me.”
Melanie’s lips tipped up, and she stepped in front of Noah. “Leave her alone, or I’ll make sure you have to play shows in Texas while Jo is off havingherbaby.”
A laugh burst out of Drew. To normal people, that wouldn’t be much of a threat, but Noah had an irrational hatred for Texas. None of them really understood it. It was something about his accent and theirs, some kind of accent rivalry, but Drew never paid attention to Noah’s ridiculousness.
Noah sighed and released Jo. “You’re cold, Mel.”
She wedged herself between them on the couch. “My job is to keep you fools in line by any means necessary.”
Drew recognized the signs of an oncoming bickering match between the British rocker and their publicist, so he reached for Melanie’s coffee on the table and handed it to Noah. “She brought this for you.”
Melanie started to protest but stopped herself with a sigh.
Piper watched them like they were the most entertaining show she’d seen. “All right, we should get started.”
“You have to bang on the table.” Drew pierced her with a stern look. “To start any meeting, there has to be gavel banging.”
“I’m not going to bang on the table.”
Noah crossed his arms, hugging them over his coffee cup. “Ben would do it.”
“Well, my idiot boyfriend isn’t here, and this isn’t one of your weird rock star support group meetings.”
“Anonymous,” Drew coughed. “Rockstars Anonymous. If you’re going to mention it, you should at least get it right.”
Noah sent him a nod of approval.
