Free Hillbilly Rockstar by Lorelei James Page B

in love with them? She snorted. Men weren’t picky about blow-job technique. Any woman who put a dude’s dick in her mouth was good at giving head.
    â€œHey, Liberty, wait up.”
    She stopped and faced Odette.
    Odette hadn’t changed clothes; she still wore the iridescent skirt and sequin tank top from the performance. “I wanted to apologize for earlier this morning. I was rude to you. I’m sorry.”
    Liberty started walking. “Apology accepted.”
    â€œIt’s just . . . I’ve known Devin a long time.”
    The way she emphasized
known
meant one thing. “How long were you and Devin together?”
    She blushed. “A year. Being in close quarters on tour and thinking we were in love is something that a lot of musicians go through with other musicians. I’ve been with Steve for five years now. So we’re proof that on-the-road romances don’t always end in disaster.” Odette looked around. “Where is Devin?”
    â€œTaking the edge off in his ready room.”
    She stopped again. “You’re okay with him banging a groupie on the first night of the tour?”
    Liberty shrugged. “I’m his personal assistant, remember?”
    â€œBut you’ve got to be more than that,” Odette blurted. “Devin never lets anyone stay on his tour bus. And you’ve pretty much moved in.”
    â€œAll the better to offer my personal assistance whenever Devin needs it.” God. It burned her damn tongue to say that, but she let Odette assign meaning to it.
    Odette looked . . . sorry for her. Then she dropped it. “Let’s see whatdelectable morsels the promotion company ordered for us tonight. The first and last nights of tour are usually when they go all-out on the food.”
    Liberty was pleased the security guards manning the outer door checked everyone’s passes. The half of the room cordoned off for fans was packed, while on the other side, a couple dozen people milled about, holding drinks but not eating.
    â€œHang on,” Odette said and vanished into the crowd.
    This type of situation made her jumpy. Too many people. Too many ways to get to Devin. She checked out the other four security guys inside the room. Even though they were staying alert, she couldn’t drop her guard. But since Devin wasn’t here, she should probably eat.
    She wandered over to the tables loaded with fancy food. Beautifully crafted rolls of sushi, skewers of roasted meat, mini pulled-pork sandwiches, bread with several different pesto and tomato toppings, artisan cheeses, creamy dips for the bowls of hand-cut potato chips. She didn’t see any of the freeze-and-heat type of grocery store appetizers she was used to. Next to the bowls of brined olives was a mountain of fresh-cut vegetables and plates of exotic fruit. At the end of the table she spied trays of chocolate desserts with swirled rainbow-colored icing and gold flecks that she was afraid to touch.
    A deep voice behind her said, “Seems a waste, don’t it? All this pretty, expensive damn food and no one has touched it.”
    Liberty faced Crash. “I don’t see a plate in your hand.”
    â€œSo let’s be the first ones to load up.”
    She piled her plate high. “What happens to all this food if no one eats it?”
    â€œDepends. Devin has stipulations in his contract that if we’re near a kids’ home or a women’s shelter, they get first dibs. If we’re close to a military base or a veterans’ facility, it gets delivered to the mess hall. Boomer, our sound guy, is the resident do-gooder, so he makes sure it goes someplace besides in the damn garbage.”
    â€œI’m glad to hear that. I know soldiers would be thrilled to get grub this good.”
    They found a table that gave her a decent view of the room.
    â€œI’m assuming there haven’t been any problems tonight?” Crash