You got to Me (Love on Tour #3) Read Online Free

stage.
    “Enjoying the show?”
    I nearly jumped out of my skin. “Jesus!”
    I turned to see Sam’s face just inches from mine. He’d snuck up on me and shouted into my ear. Which, in his defense, was the only way I could have heard him back here with all the noise from the stage. But it didn’t annoy me any less.
    “It’s very interesting,” I shouted back.
    He grinned and sat down next to me.
    That’s how I was, sandwiched between Sam and Bell, when Sean finally walked off stage. He was sweaty and breathing hard. He slapped each one of his band members on the back as they walked past him. Then he approached us. He stopped in front the three of us.
    I watched his transformation happen right before my eyes. First, he tied his hair back at the base of his skull. Then he smiled, a sweet smile. “Did you know this is Lisa’s first rock n’ roll show?” He said to Sam.
    “No kidding? You’ve never been to a concert before?”
    “I’ve been to concerts, just not like this one.”
    “She likes bluegrass music,” Sean said.
    A strange look crossed between the brothers. But I had no idea what it meant.
    “Huh,” Sam said.
    “Can I get you guys anything?” And the transformation was complete.
    “Are you fucking kidding?” Sam said. “You just got off stage. Go take a shower, or call your wife or something. We’re fine.”
    “Kay,” Sean said. “I’ll be back in a bit.”
    Sam jumped down and looked at me and Bell. “Want a beer, ladies?”
    “I’ll take a hard lemonade,” Bell said.
    He stared at her. “You drink?”
    “Yes, sometimes. Why?”
    “I don’t know. Cause Hank doesn’t.”
    Hank was an alcoholic. It had been Sean who had helped him get sober many years ago, when they were still young punks.
    “Hank hasn’t had a drop in thirteen years,” Bell said proudly. “And he could care less if I drink. In fact, he thinks it’s funny when I get tipsy. Now go get me my hard lemonade.”
    “I seriously doubt that we have that in the cooler in back.”
    “It’s there,” Bell said. “Mike takes care of me.”
    Mike was technically Sean and Hank’s PR rep, but for five years before he took over that position he was Sean’s personal assistant. He didn’t seem to be able to shake the urge to accommodate everyone’s needs.
    “What about you, Lisa?”
    “I’ll take the same.”
    Sam left and I turned to Bell. “I have been dying to ask you something. But I don’t want to piss you off.”
    “It’s pretty hard to piss me off,” she said. “Unless you’re Hank. He does it all the time. Shoot.”
    “It’s about Hank. The two of you seem… kind of… mismatched.”
    Bell laughed. “You are not the first one to say that.” She turned toward me. “I had a sheltered childhood on a commune. No sex, drugs, or rock n’ roll. Hank’s was the complete opposite. At a very young age he was exposed to every possible vice. When we found each other he was done with all that. He was sober and he was trying to wean himself off women. I was just getting started. I wanted a wild time. Hank bottles up his emotions until they spill out into a fight. I write everything down, get it all out. We’re very different people. But we slammed into each other, and I haven’t look back for a second.”
    I didn’t get it. I had absolutely no idea what this beautiful, smart, creative person saw in Hank.
    “I know you’re not a big fan, Lisa. But Baby and I are crazy about Hank. And some day, you’ll see in him what we see.”
    Sam returned with our drinks. He jumped back on the box and handed us each a bottle.
    “So, Lisa. Here’s what I’ve been trying to figure out.”
    “Oh, here we go,” Bell groaned. “Sam, you are always trying to get into people’s heads. It’s weird.”
    “You’re just mad because I figured you out a long time ago, Bell.”
    She stuck her tongue out at him.
    “See, you’re this beautiful, intelligent, accomplished woman,” Sam said to me. “But you have a summer