Hillbilly Rockstar by Lorelei James Page A

the code and turned the key to open the door. “I need to hit the john, and then we’ll be on our way.”
    Devin grabbed his guitar and disappeared into the back.
    Only then did Reg say, “A couple of guys were hanging around tonight. Both in their midtwenties. Don’t know if they were together, but itconcerned me enough I tried to take their pictures, but the damn things didn’t turn out. Too dark.”
    â€œDid they say anything? Ask you whose bus it was?”
    â€œNope. They just paced about fifty feet away like they were waiting on someone.”
    â€œThanks for keeping an eye out, Reg. But from here on out, I’d rather you were in the driver’s seat or in the arena. You sitting out there during the performance is just inviting trouble.”
    He nodded. “Will do, Miss Liberty.”
    As soon as they were on the road, Liberty ditched her personal assistant clothing. She slipped on a pair of baggy athletic shorts and dragged on an old army T-shirt. Then she washed the gunk off her face, slathered lotion on her skin and returned to the kitchen to make herself a sandwich.
    Strange to think her life on the road tonight wasn’t much different from her normal routine. She checked her phone for text messages and settled in to flip through her stack of Denver real estate magazines.
    With the hundred-thousand-dollar bonus, she could jump up a price bracket in her house search. She’d focused on condos close to work rather than a place in suburbia, but the possibility of that money meant she could consider other options—like a funky loft in downtown Denver.
    â€œHouse hunting?” Devin said behind her.
    Liberty quickly slammed the magazine shut. “Give me a fucking heart attack. I didn’t expect to see you tonight.”
    Devin pulled two bottles of beer from the fridge. “I thought we agreed to have a beer.”
    â€œI’m not sure if that’s such a good idea. I’m still on duty.”
    â€œTechnically, you’re off the clock and on your own time since I’m safely ensconced on the bus.”
    She studied him, seeing he’d changed into loungewear. His feet were bare. He looked relaxed. Like a normal man. Not a superstar who’d just rocked an arena with ten thousand screaming fans. “Fine. One beer.”
    Devin grinned and passed over a Shock Top. He sat on the opposite end of the couch so their feet met in the middle of the cushion. “Why’d you say you were surprised to see me?”
    â€œYou snatched your guitar. I’ve already figured out that means you’ll be working.”
    â€œI snapped a string on it tonight and I wanted to make sure Check had fixed it because I plan to use it tomorrow during the day.”
    â€œHow many guitars do you have?”
    â€œOn tour? Six acoustic. I use two a night. Jase, my lead guitarist, has more than a dozen with him.”
    Silence fell between them.
    Liberty sipped her beer and looked anywhere but at him or his stupidly sexy feet. God. Who had sexy feet? Devin McClain did. The man had sexy everything. She should’ve stayed in her damn bunk. Besides, she didn’t do casual
let’s have a beer
chitchat very well.
    â€œWhy’d you tense up?” he asked.
    â€œBecause this is fucking weird.”
    â€œFor me too,” he murmured. “But it doesn’t have to be. Let’s get to know each other.” He playfully stroked his bare toes across hers, which sent an electric zip of awareness up her legs. “I’ll go first. Who were those two guys who dropped you off in Denver?”
    â€œZeke and Spike.”
    â€œHow do you know them?”
    â€œThey’re bodybuilders who weight-train with us at GSC. I’ve struck up a”—
fuck-buddies relationship
—“special friendship with them outside of work.”
    â€œBoth of them?”
    â€œWhy not? They’re hot, they don’t talk much and they like to