Page 92 of Love is a Dance Step
The driver unlocked the hotel door and held it open. Drew nodded in thanks before hiking Brooke higher in his arms and heading for the elevator bay. On his floor, the two security guards straightened when they saw him.
One of them tried to take Brooke, but Drew shook his head. He stopped outside her room, knowing who was on the other side of that door. Brooke’s roommate for the tour.
Lola.
Sucking in a deep breath, he knocked on the door using his foot. Only a moment passed before Lola pulled the door open, her eyes going wide when she took in Brooke’s state.
She’d showered and dark wet hair hung down her back. Fuzzy pink pajama pants hung on her hips with a large t-shirt that nearly engulfed her. Stepping aside, she gestured for him to come in.
It was only then he noticed she had a phone clutched in her hand with FaceTime pulled up and Asher’s face on the screen.
“Looks like Drew had some fun tonight.” Lola averted her eyes as Asher spoke.
Drew tried to ignore the insinuation as he put Brooke on one of the beds.
Lola chewed on her lips. “That’s, um, actually my bed.”
Lifting Brooke again, he shifted her to the other bed as she sighed out his name. “Kiss me again, Drew.” She didn’t open her eyes.
Drew backed up, his gaze going from Brooke to Lola. “I never—”
Asher interrupted him. “We might not talk much, Drew, but even I’m cheering for that one. Brooke is hot.”
Lola’s face paled as Drew watched Asher’s words take root in her. “I’m kind of on the phone, Drew.” There was a coldness in her tone he didn’t recognize. “I’ll see you at the busses tomorrow.”
He wanted to tell her he’d come back early to see her, that he needed to kiss her again. But with Asher’s face grinning up at him and Brooke’s drunken snores, he couldn’t find the words. He rubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah, okay. I’ll, uh, see you in the morning.”
She gave him a tight smile, and he took it as his cue to leave.
Out in the hall, he passed dancers heading toward their rooms. They invited him to join, but there was only one person he wanted to talk to.
His person.
He escaped to the blissful quiet of his suite and pulled out his phone, finding her name without even looking at it.
But Leah didn’t answer. The phone rang and rang again, and by the time it got to voicemail, he’d lost hope.
She was the only person he could talk to, but right now, he wasn’t sure what to say, so he didn’t leave a message.
A knock sounded on his door, and he considered not answering it. But then a stupid hope came to him. Maybe it was Lola. When he pulled open the door, he couldn’t hide the disappointment on his face when he saw it was Piper.
“Oh gee.” She pushed past him into the room. “I feel so loved.”
He shut the door and turned to face her. “Pipes, I’m tired and not in a great mood. If there’s business to discuss, can it wait until tomorrow?”
Piper dropped onto his couch and tucked her legs under her. “I’m not here about business.”
He perched on the corner of his bed and waited for her to continue.
“Okay, so… Jo talked to Noah who in turn told Dax. And you know Dax tells Ben everything. So, here I am.”
“None of that made any sense. I’m too tired for this game of Rockstars Anonymous telephone.”
She huffed out a laugh. “Well, this game of telephone brought some interesting information to light. You have feelings for one of your dancers, the girl from Gulf City you insisted on giving the job to.”
He couldn’t deny it. Not to Piper. “I kissed her if that’s what you mean.”
“And Drew Stone wouldn’t kiss someone on one of his tours if there weren’t some kind of feelings involved.”
