What’s good? Baker asks helplessly. If she’s not here, he should leave and come back tomorrow. He’ll bring Cash with him.
Because of me?What if you don’t like it?
Trina busted out laughing. Not possible. Besides, I’ve been listening to you sing to me for months.You know what they say. For stage fright, just picture the audience naked.His eyes traveled up and down her denim miniskirted frame. That is not helping.
She lifted on her tiptoes, as much as she could in a pair of boots, anyway, and kissed him. I could say that if it bothers you, I’ll stay away from your concerts. But that would be a total lie. So deal with it. She kissed him again. I love you. Sing your heart out.Ready, Wade? one of the stage managers interrupted them.
Trina slipped out of his arms and blew him a kiss before she jogged out of the wings and down the back staircase to the concert floor. She smiled at the security guard stationed there and slipped through plenty of strangers before meeting her group.
Trina turned a full circle and took in the sheer mass of people. Phenomenal, isn’t it?That was hurtful, Bria said as she ran forward to meet her.
She punched the woman square in the face, jabbed forward with her knife, pulled it back, flinging drops of crimson, and round-house kicked her in the head—all in one graceful series of movements.The woman fell like a sack of bricks.
That was overkill, Chad murmured.I repeated it for Bria’s sake.