He took another sip, gaze thoughtful. “Red wine, beer, bourbon if I’m in the mood for liquor.”
“The beer and bourbon make sense, but I’d never have picked you as a red wine aficionado.”
“No? Nice to know I can still surprise you.”
“Oh, you’re all about the surprises lately.” I stared off into the distance, sipping at the champagne. Between him and the view, the latter would be far less likely to land me in trouble.
“Am I?”
No way was I going there. “Are you aware that answering a question with a question is really annoying?”
“Is it?”
I narrowed my eyes at the man.
But he just laughed. “There, there, Martha. Everything’s fine. Relax and drink your champagne.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I said, sitting back and taking another sip.
“How did the rest of your day go with Gib?”
“Good, actually. I mean, he half-heartedly kind of threw a couple of peas at me during dinner. But then he asked for me to tell him a bedtime story instead of Liz.”
“I said he’d grow to like you. Just needed a little time.”
“Yeah, I guess so. Where’s your pool housemate, Adam? Off writing another heart-rending ballad about casual sex?”
Sam snorted. “No. Off getting some casual sex, I think. His cell goes off at all hours. I can’t keep up.”
“Ah to be so young, dumb, and beautiful.”
“You know, you’re not that much older than him. And while you’ve made some mistakes, I’ve never thought you were lacking in smarts,” he said. “But you’ve always been beautiful. You always will be.”
“Thank you.” I averted my eyes, downed the last of my champagne, and reached for a refill. “That’s very kind of you.”
“Compliments always did make you squirm.”
“Stop it. You don’t know everything about me.”
“No. But I intend to.”
“Why?” My hand jumped as if to punctuate the statement, the cool fizz of champagne sliding over my skin. A pity to waste the good stuff. So I licked it up. There could be no imagining the way his gaze darkened, watching me. Holy cow.
He cleared his throat. “Why what?”
“Why do you want to know everything about me?”
“C’mon, Martha, I only just finished saying you weren’t lacking in smarts. Don’t prove me wrong.”
I huddled into my corner of the hot tub, clutching at my drink. Not feeling defensive, just…all right, so I was feeling defensive. “Maybe I just want to hear you say it. Everyone else seems to have a damn opinion about us. Who knew rock stars were such damn gossips? Sticking their collective noses in everybody else’s business all the time.”
“They care about you, that’s all.” Sam placed his glass on the side and stood, moving over to sit beside me. Very close beside me. Our knees were even touching, all intimate-like. Then his gentle fingers turned my chin, making me face him. “Let me see.”
“What?” Ever so carefully, he wiped away the worst of my concealer and makeup from beneath my right eye. His calluses slid across my skin in a not un-nice manner. “Yuck. Don’t. It’s ugly.”
“Just let me see.”
“Maybe I should have worn big sunglasses around all of the time and told everyone I was permanently hungover. They probably would have believed it.”