Free Dangerous Hearts: Rock Star Romance, 1 (Lyric & Wolf) by Mia McAdams

relay the confirmations and then call around to find dining options for the
bands in the next few cities where we’re stopping. We’re on a three-day trip to
North Carolina, so we’ll be stopping at two hotels to give the bus driver,
Rory, a break and to let the guys stretch
their legs for the night.
    It’s late afternoon by the time Rory
pulls into our hotel. This is one of those times in my professional career when I worry. I worry that the band will have a fit
when they see that there is no glamour in tight-timeline traveling. That’s what
they’ve asked for. Since they all decided to ride the bus from San Diego to North
Carolina, our stops are only as we need them. Which means less than five-star
accommodations are made, if need be .
    No one says anything as we gather outside
the bus and stretch. The guys are too busy on their phones to notice much,
anyway. Wolf collects his room key card from
me, but doesn’t take off right away. To my irritation, he follows me to my room
and then smirks when I turn to face him at my door.
    “Can I help you?”
    H is smirk turns
into a frow n . “So cold. I thought we
were on the fast track to friendship after our movie date.”
    I purse my lips, begging my face to
behave. “Your definition of friendship and mine are contained in two different
dictionaries. And you don’t date, remember?”
    “Have dinner with me.”
    “You’re serious?”
    He nods, eyes gazing intently into mine.
He’s serious. “We’ve got three months together, Lyric. We might as well attempt
to have a pleasant working relationship.”
    “Or what? You’ll fire me?”
    He raises an eyebrow. “You heard about
that, huh? That jerk deserved to get fired. He double-booked us twice and left
zero time for Rory to rest. He was an idiot.”
    Okay, that’s pretty bad, even I have to
admit. “I might screw up , too.”
    Wolf narrows his eyes. “Do you want to
get fired? Look, Lyric. Believe it or not, I do have a say on who travels with me. I knew who you were, and I
approved you to ride along. It had nothing to do with your looks, or your
parents, or your insane songwriting ability. Obviously, I didn’t know about the
latter. Not to say I didn’t have my doubts — with
you being a female and all. Your reputation in the industry is stellar, and I
only work with the best. Shit, just the fact that you talked our openers back onto
the tour without giving into their demands is enough to secure your job. But
it’s a mutual agreement. You can stay or leave anytime.”
    “Really?” I didn’t think that was the
case with my contract at all. In fact, I remember reading pretty hefty rules
regarding breach of contract. I’m Wolf’s until he decides to kick me off his
team. And w e still have nine months to go.
    “Really,” he says.
    I ignore the fact that I think he’s
lying. It doesn’t matter. “I’m not going anywhere.” My answer comes out so fast that I’m not sure exactly what I mean by it. Wolf
admitted he approved me to be on this tour. I guess that means something to me.
    “Good. Get ready for dinner. I’ll swing
by to get you at seven.”

 

Wolf

 
    There
are sexy women and pretty women .  . .
and then there are drop-dead gorgeous , beautiful
women. Lyric Cassidy is all of the above. She’s wearing the most unforgiving
tight jeans and T -shirt ensemble. Her hair is
thrown up in a ridiculous messy bun, and her face looks as though it’s just
been washed. No makeup. What a revelation. She’s not even trying, which makes
her even sexier. I’m sure it’s some ploy to d is tract
me from her fucktastic body. Joke’s on her.
    “Where to?” s he
asks, shutting the door and facing me. Before I get a turn to speak, she gasps.
“Shit. I didn’t get us a car.”
    “You’re fired.”
    I feel like a dick when her face blanches
and her mouth falls open.
    Chuckling, I offer my elbow. “I took care
of everything. You’re off duty tonight.”
    She glares before taking my elbow.