dentist.”
“Yeah. That could be one explanation for the hazy expression on your face.” Kaz gave her an assessing look. “And the pinks in your aura.”
Uh-oh. Kaz was reading her aura. Which meant there was very little chance of her getting away with lying. “God, no. It was just a routine check-up. I didn’t need happy gas.” She should just come clean and tell her friends about Nathan, but she wasn’t ready for the barrage of questions that would follow.
“So you didn’t get any fillings?” Kaz asked.
“Not one. He gave my mouth a clean bill of health.” She flashed them her teeth as proof.
“Hmm,” Tasha murmured.
“Hmm, what?”
“Hmm, then how do you explain the swollen lips?”
Sophie pressed her hand to her mouth . Nathan’s mouth-watering, mind-blowing, heart-melting kisses.
She gave a nonchalant shrug. “Probably all those instruments dentists stick in your mouth.” They’d reached the door closest to their seats. Sophie rustled through her purse to find the envelope of tickets.
Kaz stared at her thoughtfully and suddenly gave a shrewd grin.
Shoot. The woman was all too intuitive.
“Talking about sticking instruments in your mouth—”
Sophie cut her off with a victorious cry. “Here they are.” She produced the envelope as if by magic from her bag. “We can go in now.” She made a production about handing the tickets to the usher, effectively halting any further comments or questions from her insightful friend.
Didn’t stop Tasha’s face from lighting up as Kaz nudged her in the ribs. “Oh my God, Soph! You slept with your dentist?”
Sophie chose not to answer. She peered instead into the almost-packed-to-capacity arena. Hell. Their seats were so far from the stage, she was thankful for the massive screens that had been hung above it. It was the only way they’d be getting any close-ups of the band.
The usher took advantage of Sophie’s temporary silence. “Um, I’m sorry to interrupt, ladies, but there’s an issue with your seats.”
All three women stared at him.
“What do you mean?” Tasha asked slowly.
The usher shifted from one foot to the other. “They’re, uh, taken.”
“Taken?” Kaz repeated.
“Yes. They’re already occupied.” He looked nervously from one woman to the next.
“What?” No way. Sophie’d spent a veritable fortune on the tickets. Even worse, she’d left the heat of Nathan’s arms to be here. No way was some usher going to tell her the seats she’d coveted since forever were taken.
He grabbed a walkie-talkie from his hip. “Look, let me get this sorted out. Won’t be a minute.” He turned around and spoke into the radio.
Sophie resisted biting her nails. She had to hear Jamie Speed sing Loving Eyes in person. Had to find out if his voice would affect her as much live as it did on her iPod. Or in the same way Nathan’s had this afternoon.
Goosebumps trailed the length of her spine.
“Soph, are you sure you got those tickets from a reliable source?” The worry was evident in Tasha’s eyes.
So sure she’d stake her life on it. “I was on the Ticketek site the second they opened to the public for booking. I got those tickets legitimately.”
Tense moments passed before someone approached. His confident stride and no-nonsense attitude told Sophie this was a man in charge. He spoke quickly to the usher—who nodded, eyes agog, and returned to his position by the door.
The man faced the three women. “Good evening, ladies.” His American accent was immediately noticeable. “I’m sorry to do this to you, but it seems there’s been a mix-up with your tickets.”
Tasha was the first to respond. “What kind of a mix-up, exactly?”
“They were double-booked.”
Nooooo.
“It’s not a problem,” he said quickly, “I’ll find you alternative seating. If you’ll just follow me?”
Sophie faltered. It was pointless arguing. She’d wait to see what kind of alternative seating they came up with before she
“Yeah. That could be one explanation for the hazy expression on your face.” Kaz gave her an assessing look. “And the pinks in your aura.”
Uh-oh. Kaz was reading her aura. Which meant there was very little chance of her getting away with lying. “God, no. It was just a routine check-up. I didn’t need happy gas.” She should just come clean and tell her friends about Nathan, but she wasn’t ready for the barrage of questions that would follow.
“So you didn’t get any fillings?” Kaz asked.
“Not one. He gave my mouth a clean bill of health.” She flashed them her teeth as proof.
“Hmm,” Tasha murmured.
“Hmm, what?”
“Hmm, then how do you explain the swollen lips?”
Sophie pressed her hand to her mouth . Nathan’s mouth-watering, mind-blowing, heart-melting kisses.
She gave a nonchalant shrug. “Probably all those instruments dentists stick in your mouth.” They’d reached the door closest to their seats. Sophie rustled through her purse to find the envelope of tickets.
Kaz stared at her thoughtfully and suddenly gave a shrewd grin.
Shoot. The woman was all too intuitive.
“Talking about sticking instruments in your mouth—”
Sophie cut her off with a victorious cry. “Here they are.” She produced the envelope as if by magic from her bag. “We can go in now.” She made a production about handing the tickets to the usher, effectively halting any further comments or questions from her insightful friend.
Didn’t stop Tasha’s face from lighting up as Kaz nudged her in the ribs. “Oh my God, Soph! You slept with your dentist?”
Sophie chose not to answer. She peered instead into the almost-packed-to-capacity arena. Hell. Their seats were so far from the stage, she was thankful for the massive screens that had been hung above it. It was the only way they’d be getting any close-ups of the band.
The usher took advantage of Sophie’s temporary silence. “Um, I’m sorry to interrupt, ladies, but there’s an issue with your seats.”
All three women stared at him.
“What do you mean?” Tasha asked slowly.
The usher shifted from one foot to the other. “They’re, uh, taken.”
“Taken?” Kaz repeated.
“Yes. They’re already occupied.” He looked nervously from one woman to the next.
“What?” No way. Sophie’d spent a veritable fortune on the tickets. Even worse, she’d left the heat of Nathan’s arms to be here. No way was some usher going to tell her the seats she’d coveted since forever were taken.
He grabbed a walkie-talkie from his hip. “Look, let me get this sorted out. Won’t be a minute.” He turned around and spoke into the radio.
Sophie resisted biting her nails. She had to hear Jamie Speed sing Loving Eyes in person. Had to find out if his voice would affect her as much live as it did on her iPod. Or in the same way Nathan’s had this afternoon.
Goosebumps trailed the length of her spine.
“Soph, are you sure you got those tickets from a reliable source?” The worry was evident in Tasha’s eyes.
So sure she’d stake her life on it. “I was on the Ticketek site the second they opened to the public for booking. I got those tickets legitimately.”
Tense moments passed before someone approached. His confident stride and no-nonsense attitude told Sophie this was a man in charge. He spoke quickly to the usher—who nodded, eyes agog, and returned to his position by the door.
The man faced the three women. “Good evening, ladies.” His American accent was immediately noticeable. “I’m sorry to do this to you, but it seems there’s been a mix-up with your tickets.”
Tasha was the first to respond. “What kind of a mix-up, exactly?”
“They were double-booked.”
Nooooo.
“It’s not a problem,” he said quickly, “I’ll find you alternative seating. If you’ll just follow me?”
Sophie faltered. It was pointless arguing. She’d wait to see what kind of alternative seating they came up with before she
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