Curves & Alphas: A Paranormal Box Set: (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) by Willow Brooks Page A
Authors: Willow Brooks
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a question. Anyone could call to ask when the band was playing again.
“Well, you asked when Lex Robert’s band played again rather than referring to the band by name. So, I was just curious if this was the girl Lex had left with last night.
“Um, well, it is, actually. I still don’t get why that’s of importance, though,” I mumbled, perplexed by the whole conversation, and somewhat embarrassed. I hadn’t expected a conversation at all. I’d expected to be put on hold while whoever answered looked at the schedule, to be given a time and that’s it.
“Well, we all really like Lex around here. We haven’t talked to him since last night, obviously. Anyway, I probably shouldn’t say this, but I’m an old man and an old softy according to my wife, so I’m taking the liberty. I’ve never seen him, in all the years that he’s played here, leave with a girl. I saw, a few times, the way he looked at you from the stage. It was the talk of the bar... well, those here who know him anyway.”
“Really?” I breathed out.
“Really. I just don’t get why you’re asking me for information on him. Didn’t you guys exchange information or something? Or, sorry, I’m probably being way too nosy there. Just care about the guy. Your call seems strange.”
“That’s sweet of you to care about him. Actually, we had a great time, I think, but the evening got interrupted abruptly, and I didn’t get his information,” I confessed what I could say without embarrassing us both even more.
“Ah, I see. Well, I can’t with good conscious give you his information, but I can tell you that he sometimes comes in on weekends that he’s off. He’s friends with other bands that play here. Drop in. Maybe you’ll get lucky,” he offered.
I found myself smiling after I’d hung up. I stared at the phone a few minutes, so grateful for the kind and generous heart of the man. Lex would be there on a Friday in two weeks for sure, but playing. If I could catch him this coming weekend, just watching another band, maybe I’d get a better chance to talk to him.
To know that many others liked him helped to ease my growing concerns as to his character, and confirm my instincts on the matter. He’d apparently charmed the owner of the bar. Thank goodness. He’d given me much more information than I’d have ever even thought to ask for. And, no other girls, huh? Interesting. Put a point in my favor.
Right after that call, my mood greatly improved, I made the call to Chloe. After telling her what had happened, she had both words of encouragement and heartbreak to give me.
“I wish I had the answers, but men, well, some men, can be complex creatures—you know that. He seemed pretty complex if you listened to his music, and I know you were hanging on every word. I could see it in your face, the way your eyes were wide and shining. You had this goofy smile on your face half the night. Maybe more,” she teased.
“Thanks, that helps a lot to know how goofy I came off,” I laughed even though I bristled inside, knowing there was some truth to her teasing.
“Ah, he’d have never noticed. When he looked at you he had that same glassy-eyed, boyish grin kind of thing about him. Come to think of it, that makes it even harder to understand why he acted the way he did last night. Maybe he overthought the whole thing. Maybe he freaked himself out with how well it was going. Deep or not, those creative types can have their idiosyncrasies, you know. Sounds like he doesn’t date much. Odd for the way the guy looks. Maybe he doesn’t do relationships well,” she thought out loud. I appreciated hearing someone else try to rationalize the whole mess out.
“Maybe. That could explain why he hasn’t contacted me again today,” I thought, hoping that was the case.
“After the abrupt way he left, I’d assume he’s mortified to face you again. Running into him at the bar may be
“Well, you asked when Lex Robert’s band played again rather than referring to the band by name. So, I was just curious if this was the girl Lex had left with last night.
“Um, well, it is, actually. I still don’t get why that’s of importance, though,” I mumbled, perplexed by the whole conversation, and somewhat embarrassed. I hadn’t expected a conversation at all. I’d expected to be put on hold while whoever answered looked at the schedule, to be given a time and that’s it.
“Well, we all really like Lex around here. We haven’t talked to him since last night, obviously. Anyway, I probably shouldn’t say this, but I’m an old man and an old softy according to my wife, so I’m taking the liberty. I’ve never seen him, in all the years that he’s played here, leave with a girl. I saw, a few times, the way he looked at you from the stage. It was the talk of the bar... well, those here who know him anyway.”
“Really?” I breathed out.
“Really. I just don’t get why you’re asking me for information on him. Didn’t you guys exchange information or something? Or, sorry, I’m probably being way too nosy there. Just care about the guy. Your call seems strange.”
“That’s sweet of you to care about him. Actually, we had a great time, I think, but the evening got interrupted abruptly, and I didn’t get his information,” I confessed what I could say without embarrassing us both even more.
“Ah, I see. Well, I can’t with good conscious give you his information, but I can tell you that he sometimes comes in on weekends that he’s off. He’s friends with other bands that play here. Drop in. Maybe you’ll get lucky,” he offered.
I found myself smiling after I’d hung up. I stared at the phone a few minutes, so grateful for the kind and generous heart of the man. Lex would be there on a Friday in two weeks for sure, but playing. If I could catch him this coming weekend, just watching another band, maybe I’d get a better chance to talk to him.
To know that many others liked him helped to ease my growing concerns as to his character, and confirm my instincts on the matter. He’d apparently charmed the owner of the bar. Thank goodness. He’d given me much more information than I’d have ever even thought to ask for. And, no other girls, huh? Interesting. Put a point in my favor.
Right after that call, my mood greatly improved, I made the call to Chloe. After telling her what had happened, she had both words of encouragement and heartbreak to give me.
“I wish I had the answers, but men, well, some men, can be complex creatures—you know that. He seemed pretty complex if you listened to his music, and I know you were hanging on every word. I could see it in your face, the way your eyes were wide and shining. You had this goofy smile on your face half the night. Maybe more,” she teased.
“Thanks, that helps a lot to know how goofy I came off,” I laughed even though I bristled inside, knowing there was some truth to her teasing.
“Ah, he’d have never noticed. When he looked at you he had that same glassy-eyed, boyish grin kind of thing about him. Come to think of it, that makes it even harder to understand why he acted the way he did last night. Maybe he overthought the whole thing. Maybe he freaked himself out with how well it was going. Deep or not, those creative types can have their idiosyncrasies, you know. Sounds like he doesn’t date much. Odd for the way the guy looks. Maybe he doesn’t do relationships well,” she thought out loud. I appreciated hearing someone else try to rationalize the whole mess out.
“Maybe. That could explain why he hasn’t contacted me again today,” I thought, hoping that was the case.
“After the abrupt way he left, I’d assume he’s mortified to face you again. Running into him at the bar may be
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