and not have to be on a stage every night. That’s pretty much my dream. And so, dealing with the temperamental snotty side of him comes with the gig way too often.”
“Yeah, because you totally have to deal with it.”
“Last summer in a private session with management he told them that I couldn’t carry a tune. This was after they’d watched me sit in as the session musician, play three instruments, and sing backup vocals. Not to mention, I had writing credits and sometimes solo credits on every song we put down that day.”
Wow.
Not wow that Dalton pulled that crap. Wow, that I had no idea Kyle was so talented.
“So, I get it.” He stepped in toward me, crowding me and forcing me to look up at him. “I really do get it. But you’re good at what you do. You know that. They know that too. Dalton actually is more chilled out with you than the guy we had last summer. Not only did they make each other crazy, but the other guy couldn’t handle the logistics when the personality clashes started. I feel like my life is a balance of listening to what needs to be done from you and Lenny and convincing Dalton it’s his idea to do it. Do you know how many times I’ve had to pretend his stupid idea was mine so he’d get back on a bus?”
That couldn’t mean what I thought it did.
“You called me a tight-ass.” I know it sounded like whining. But, it pretty much summed up the whole darn thing.
“No, I didn’t.”
“The day we met.”
Kyle’s smile went wide. “The day we met, I definitely noticed just about everything about you. If anything, I told you you had a tight ass.”
I stood there, trying so hard to believe him. Wanting it more than I wanted back on the tour. “It doesn’t matter. I’m—”
Kyle must have been done with the conversation because his mouth came down on me, stopping my words and basically knocking every thought out of my head so I wouldn’t have known what I was going to say anyway. And I, shameless hussy that I am, wrapped my arms up and around his neck, letting it be my fingers running through his hair this time, pulling him closer and letting myself fall into him. I let this be true no matter what my brain said.
Who was I kidding? My brain wasn’t doing any work at the moment.
But, my heart was melting, melting all the beliefs it had before this night right out of its way. Even knowing it was happening and that I was going to let myself fall, I didn’t panic. His arms around me were holding me up and I was going to let them. For now.
I have no idea how long he kissed me, but when he stopped, I knew the world was about to come crashing back in.
“Mel, this can’t be how you end things.”
It took me a moment to get my head back on straight and realize he was talking about work, not us.
SIX
“I CAN END IT anyway I want.” I backed off, feeling manipulated again.
“No. Nope. Not doing this again.” Kyle’s arm came around me like a stretched band pulled too tight and snapped me back into him. “This is two separate issues. We obviously need to deal with one at a time.”
“Melissa Foehner, the first time I saw you and your little clipboard, I wanted to sweep you out of the room and kiss you senseless. Of course, I couldn’t do that because it would get us both fired. Plus, you turned frosty on me almost immediately. But, as I got to know you, I knew you were more than just a hook-up girl and so I was willing to hold tight and wait you out. Only, you didn’t thaw. You stayed chill and I wondered everything you can wonder. Did you have a boyfriend, were you interested in Dalton, did I smell like rotting fish to you…”
He faded out, giving me a look that could only mean, Well?
“Are you really asking? This isn’t just to get me back on the tour?”
“I am really asking. This has nothing to do with the tour and if I go to New York without you, that doesn’t mean I’m leaving a chance at us behind.”
I took a deep breath, afraid that I