His brows lift. “What kind ofgig?”
“The kind that you’d change anything in your calendar for.” Zeke claps a hand on Tyler’s shoulder. “It’s at Madison Square Garden. I’ll send you thedetails.”
I think Zeke’s going to leave, but his attention homes in on the guitar case at myside.
“If you wanted a different guitar, we could’ve gotten you one,” he says, shaking Tyler’s hand before disappearing out the door, leaving usalone.
I set the case next to the board and stepback.
Tyler doesn’t say anything as he flips the latches on the hardtop case, lifts the guitar, and hooks it over hishead.
He tunes it before striking up a melody that’s haunting at first, then switches to something lively and joyful, then ending with notes of tension andresolution.
It’sbreathtaking.
He sets the guitar back in its case, then drops into a chair, leaning back. His eyes darken. “Tell me something—were you ever tempted to returnit?”
“Yeah,” I half groan, half laugh. “For a while, it was all Iwanted.”
I reach for a chair of my own, but a restraint closes around my wrist. I glance at Tyler’s strong grip insurprise.
“I appreciate the guitar, Six. But it’s not the only thing I wantback.”
I lift my chin, studying the intensity on his face. “Iknow.”
He tugs me into his lap, and I don’t fightit.
I drape an arm over the back of his chair, his hair brushing myhand.
His body is hard under me. I give in to the urge to trace my finger along his rounded shoulder, stop short of hooking it in the rounded collar and burying my face in his neck to absorb the scent of him like I want to. “We’re here to practice,” I point out, but my voice islow.
He pulls me closer, brushing the hair back behind my ear to drop kisses up my neck. “We will. But first, I’m saying thanks for theguitar.”
My head drops back. “You’re so”—I bite back a moan as his teeth find my earlobe, arching my ass against his crotch—“welcome.”
God, I want him right here in this room, and from the hardness of him everywhere, he wants thattoo.
“So, first a studio and second a gig at MSG?” I pull back, try to focus onwork.
Tyler resists, tracing a finger along my neck, making me bite my tongue. “Yeah. Zeke called me yesterday to say congrats on the showcase. I didn’t even have to tell him. It’sweird.”
Around the haze of desire, I realize Beck’s email must have worked. Zeke got wind people were sniffing aroundTyler.
Good.
“I’m sure he realized what he was missing,” I murmur, allinnocence.
Tyler shifts me so I’m straddling him, and that only makes the need pulsing between my thighs worse. “Um… this is seriously distracting,” I mumble even as I link my hands behind hishead.
“I’m counting on it. That way you’ll say yes when I tell you I want to take youout.”
“How’s tomorrow?” I ask,breathless.
His smile freezes as he cocks his head. “Honestly, I expected morepushback.”
I laugh. “I have tickets to a musical my acting professor wrote. I’m actually kind of excited. I know people write musicals because obviously, for them to exist, someone needed to create them… but in my mind, those shows are timeless. The idea that someone”—I almost say “I” but stop—“could actually weave one from nothing is mind blowing. So, can you makeit?”
“I need to head out of town this weekend for a personal thing,” he says, regret coloring hisvoice.