Gauge: Rockstar Romance (The ProVokaTiv Series Book 1) by Cara Nelson Page A

insightful,” I said, smiling at him.
    After a tour of the Abbey, I walked out, eve more impressed with how they could have gotten the heavy marble and stone supplies up the winding mountain road to build this, if the road was even there.  I turned to Gauge.  “I’ve never seen the Pyramids but Montserrat Abbey seems every bit as hard to build as they may have been.”
    “I agree.  Now, it’s time to get back to the hotel.”
    I felt disappointment quickly at his words.  “Oh, you have plans?”
    “No, not really,” he said.  “Just tired.”
    “Oh sure, I understand.”
    We got on the bus and made our way back down the winding mountain road and Gauge resumed his position of wrapping his arm around me, keeping me from bouncing about.  I looked down and had to chuckle one time, as I thought my boobs might just jostle themselves out of my bra and dress. 
    Then, the bus stopped and we walked the few blocks back to the hotel.
    We walked into the lobby and over to the elevator.  After we got in, Gauge pressed the button for the top floor, not our room floor.
    “What’s going on?” I asked.
    “Oh, I thought you might like to see the rooftop view quickly.  It’s pretty interesting.”
    “ Interesting is an interesting word to describe a rooftop that overlooks this beautiful city.  Majestic, grand perhaps, but interesting?”
    He laughed and didn’t say another word.  He was certainly in a good mood still, better than usual despite being ready to get rid of me.  I hoped that meant that all was truly forgiven and forgotten about the review.  Another part of me, that part that occasionally grated on my nerves, felt suspicious that he was acting so differently.  OMG—I hope he doesn’t plan on tossing me off the roof.
    The doors of the elevator opened up, revealing an elegant, sophisticated rooftop setting.  The pool was over to the right and to the left there was a privacy wall, about four feet tall, I guessed, that had an opening in it to allow people to go through.  There was a rope in front of it.
    “Let’s check it out over here.   This view was really cool,” Gauge said.
    “I don’t think we’re supposed to go there.  The rope.”
    “Who cares?”
    “Um, me, if I get in trouble,” I said.
    “Not so brave in person as you are with the keyboard, huh?”
    “Fine, but let’s be quick.”
    Gauge walked first and released the small rope barricade that separated us from that section of the roof.  “Just over here.”  He walked toward a sectional couch along the corner of the roof.  “What a cool seating area!”
    “Surprise!”
    Thank goodness I wasn’t at the edge of the roof, because I jumped and whipped my head around.  I blinked.  I was pretty sure I was staring at Trinity and Jessie.  The way they ran over to me and wrapped me in a big hug confirmed I was.
    “What’s going on…I don’t…”
    “We’d never miss your birthday,” Jessie said.
    “Especially in Barcelona,” Trinity added.  “Damn, you look sassy, Brynn.  Life on the road is treating you good.”
    I couldn’t even respond.  I turned my head around and saw Gauge standing off to the side, watching the scene unfold.  Then I looked past Jessie and Trinity and saw Hunter and Simon there, along with a few of the people from the crew.
    “This is so amazing,” I said, blinking rapidly to hold back the tears.  “You two look incredible!”
    Trinity was wearing a pair of J Brand jeans that were skin-tight on her already very slender, stick-straight frame, along with a flowing tank top with a few leopard print accents.  Her stilettos were absolutely killer, too—leopard-print and strappy.
    “Killer outfit,” I said.
    “My payment for a shoot last week.  It’s not money, but it is a hell of a great outfit,” Trinity said, laughing.
    I turned to Jessie, who looked more like a sweet Bohemian girl walking on the beach.  She had on a printed and flowing knee-length Michael Kors skirt with a