It's In His Kiss(6)

“Oh, he was just a distraction, something to do to pass the time before the band started. Speaking of the band, they were really good, didn’t you think?”

“Yeah, they were amazing.” I glanced around the crowded bar not wanting my sister to know just how affected I had been by Zane.

“I still can’t believe that guy is the lead singer of the band. Something doesn’t add up. There is no way that he is a waiter/cabana boy or whatever they’re called. Didn’t that girl you were talking to say that they were on tour?”

“Yeah, she did. If we see him again we’ll have to ask him about that.”

Just then, a guy who looked like he was with the band came over to us and whispered something in the bouncer’s ear who was standing in front of our section. The bouncer nodded and then turned to us.

“Ladies, the band would like for you to join them backstage.”

Claire jumped up before I had a chance to protest and she turned to look at with me with a semi-irritated look. “We’re going backstage, come on.”

I reluctantly stood up and followed her. My heart was pounding as we made our way backstage and I could barely breath.

What is going on with me?

The guys were hanging out in a room in the back and, thankfully, no one was smoking. I could feel Zane’s eyes on me before my eyes met his and he walked right over to us.

“Hey, it’s the twins, I’m glad you guys could see the show. Can I get you something to drink?” His eyes slowly traveled up and down my body before settling in my eyes. I had to tell myself to breathe.

Claire launched right into him, her hand on her hip.

“Speaking of that, why are you a waiter at the resort if you’re a successful musician who’s on tour?’

He seemed amused by her irritation and he glanced at me as a sexy smile played at the corner of his lips.

“I never said I was your waiter, I simply asked if I could get you anything. Like now, what can I get you?”

“We’ll both have sparkling water, thanks.” Claire suspiciously looked him up and down. He quickly told a bouncer and then turned back to us.

We both stood there totally confused, trying to digest what he had just said. Claire was first to fire off her comment.

“So why did you do that?”

He looked at me and held my gaze. "Because I saw a beautiful girl and I didn't want to do the typical, hey-what's-up-thing, I wanted to approach you in a much more easy going way.”

Claire and I were both speechless.

His gaze didn’t waver. “Did it work, Abby?”

My gaze did not waver either. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

His eyes perused my body and his words were slow. “Yes, you are.”

The bouncer guy handed us our waters and I quickly took a sip. You could have cut the tension in the room with a knife and Claire was the one to do so.

“Is this how you pick up all of your girls?” Skepticism dripped from her words.

His eyes were sincere as he looked at her.

“Not at all, I didn’t want to get turned down before having a chance to get started. I could tell that you just wanted to veg out and chill. It was harmless fun, Claire.”

She looked surprised that he remembered her name and his words seemed to satisfy her. Zane looked at me, his eyes still sincere.

“I hope I didn’t overstep any boundaries, I just wanted to talk to you.”

I looked at him and gave him a little smile, completely flattered. "No you didn't over step any boundaries, but we only talked for a couple of minutes. You didn’t even know if you would see me again.”

His eyes smoldered as they held mine. “Oh, I knew I would see you again.”

A little cocky, I like that, but this won’t go anywhere.

“So how long have you been in this band? I’ve never heard of you guys.”

“About two years, it’s been pretty cool. You haven’t heard of us, huh? We have a pretty big underground following in New York. Have you been there?”

Claire chimed in. “Been there? We live there.”

Zane’s eyes totally lit up when he heard that information.

“Really? Not into the underground scene I take it.”

“We don’t have a ton of time to do the bar and club scene.” I didn’t want to look like I wasn’t cool, so I hoped that explained why we hadn’t heard of them. Sounds shallow, I know but I prided myself on being in the know about stuff.

“Oh yeah, why not?”

Claire chimed in. “We’re professional ballerinas.”

I could tell that he didn’t expect that answer. “Wow, real ballerinas, that’s pretty cool. Do you guys perform all over the country?”

“We do. We just finished our first cross-country tour with our ballet company.”