Sweet Melody (Rock & Rodeo Romance #1) Read Online Free Page B

I’ll meet you at the club shortly.”
    “See. Already acting like a diva. Too good to help us lowly backups with doing all the prep work? Would you like only pink and white M&M’s waiting for you in your dressing room, Mr. Ford?” EJ high-fives Hart while Levi rolls his eyes and gets in the driver seat of one of the trucks.
    Mac’s brow furrows. “What do you have to get at your parents?”
    I lower my voice, not because I don’t want the others to hear, but out of respect. “My dad’s guitar. I’m gonna tell him that I want to use it to play ‘Tears and Fears’, which I probably will, but I also want to…I mean, I don’t know if he will, but I hope to ask him to play with us just once tonight.”
    Mac’s eyes open wide. He yells at EJ to hold onto his horses as he keeps looking at me. Out of the entire band, Mac’s the one that always gets me. Knows me inside out. Hell, my mom practically adopted him when she moved him into our home his senior year of high school after both his parents died in a car accident.
    “Wow. That’s huge. And a good idea. You want me to come with you?”
    And that right there’s a major reason why I love him. He’s always got my back. “No. I’m good. Besides, they’ll need you to referee while setting up.”
    He gives me a nod, and then surprises me by pulling me into a strong hug.
    “Oh for the love of…would you two girls either get a room or get a move on?” groans EJ.
    We both yell obscenities at our mouthy friend, who rudely starts the engine and revs it to make his point.
    I open the door to my Ford F-150 to hop in, but Mac’s voice stops me. “What?”
    He chuckles at me. “I said, don’t think for one second that I don’t know EJ’s right. It’s a girl, not a song that’s actually distracting you. Figure your shit out so we can bring down the house tonight, okay?”
    I give him a thumbs-up and a smile, but by the time my ass sits in the driver’s seat, I’m already hatching a plan to figure out a way to have everything. Sing my heart out. Thank those who’ve supported us from the beginning. Bring down the house. Get the girl.

5
    Mel
    T he energy of the club buzzes, and all of us working the floors and behind the bar know it’s gonna be one hell of a night. Once we opened the doors to the “Rodeo” side of the R&R, people pour in and pack the place. The A/C unit has to be working overtime in order to keep the room temperature low enough, and for once I’m glad I’m wearing a leather skirt instead of pants.
    All of the tables fill up with too many people dying to grab a seat to enjoy the show. The bachelorette party takes up the two tables we roped off. They have various pieces on them that blink annoying bright lights, and the bride-to-be wears a tacky veil. By the sounds of them, they’re already well into their drinks. Good thing we stuck them in Tamsin’s section.
    From a side door, all of the band’s friends and family walk in together as one large unit. I greet them with a smile and marvel at their bright and excited faces. And their numbers. Geez, there’s a lot of them here tonight. If I weren’t such a badass, the size of the group might intimidate me. That kind of support is a foreign concept to me.
    Before it all overwhelms me and I beg Sean to let someone else handle the section, a warm hand caresses my arm.
    “Don’t let them scare you,” someone whispers in my ear.
    My body knows damn well who it is before I turn to take him all in. He’s wearing a simple black T-shirt, but there’s nothing simple about how it’s tight enough so I can barely see the outlines of his muscles underneath. His jeans that barely contain what he has to offer are held up by a large metal belt buckle. And his cowboy boots fare much better on his feet than the ones I wear on mine.
    By the time my eyes meet his, I’m well aware that he approves of what’s standing in front of him as well. He tugs on me to follow him into a darkened area by the stage