“Still only honest.” He put his hand over his heart. “Just keeping it real over here in tuxedo-land.”
As she laughed again, they rounded a corner, approaching a glass-enclosed reception and office area. “Figure you might as well know up front that I’m not a lingerie girl.”
“Guess what?” Coming up to the see-through door, he opened the way in and dropped his voice to a whisper. “That’s even hotter than anything from La Perla.”
“What’s La Perla?”
G.B. laughed so hard, he threw his head back, and the deep rumble attracted the attention of the young woman sitting behind the receiving desk. As she looked up, he put his arm around Cait’s waist and led her over.
“Hey, Jennifer, I’m here to pick up the backstage pass for my friend here.”
“Jennifer” focused on Cait, and yeah, wow, time to take a step back. Talk about an unwelcome mat—the receptionist or office manager or whoever she was clearly did not appreciate some part of this. Like maybe that whole arm/waist thing?
“I don’t have the credentials,” Miss Thang snapped. “I gave ’em to Erik.”
G.B. cleared his throat and moved in front of Cait, as if he were attempting to shield her from those death rays. “Do you know where he is?”
“He left for the day.”
There was a beat of silence. Then G.B. turned around. “Cait, I’m so sorry, could you excuse me for a minute?”
“Oh, yes, absolutely. But please—don’t worry about me. We can just meet up afterward?”
G.B. shook his head and took her back through the door. In a quiet voice, he said, “Give me a sec to deal with this.”
As he disappeared back inside, Cait pivoted away so that she wasn’t eavesdropping—except although that meant she couldn’t see them, it didn’t do a thing to drown out the rising voice of that woman as it promptly got higher. Louder. More shrill.
And the arguing went on forever.
From time to time, someone would walk by and she’d give them an awkward smile—even though they were never looking at her. Nope, they were craning for a peek into that office, seeing what sure as hell sounded like a grudge match—at least on the girl’s side. G.B., when he was able to get a word in edgewise, kept things much, much quieter and more reasonable.
It was impossible not to get the gist. G.B. had taken the girl out and that had led to certain expectations on her part. When those hadn’t been met, as evidenced by G.B. showing up on a date, looking for the backstage pass? Cue the drama.
When he finally emerged, he helped the door ease shut behind him, and nodded in the direction they’d come from. “Ah, listen, can we…”
Considering Cait could feel the woman’s stare all the way out here in the corridor? “Sure, absolutely.”
He led her back around the corner, stopping when they were out of eyeshot. “I’m so sorry. You need credentials to go backstage—and they’ve … disappeared.”
Cait touched his sleeve. “It’s okay.”
“No, see, it really isn’t.” He pushed a hand through his hair, those luxurious waves shining even in the dull fluorescent ceiling lights. “Look, I want to be honest about what’s going on. I hooked up with her—it was totally casual. We were out with friends, and it just happened. She thought it was a start to something. On my side, I wasn’t thinking like that. I probably could have handled things better. It just didn’t dawn on me that she’d take it so seriously.”
“Don’t apologize. It’s none of my business.”
G.B. gripped her shoulders. “But it is. I didn’t ask her on a date—it’s nothing like … well, this stuff between you and me is different, okay? I just don’t want you to think I go around banging random chicks and then treating them like hell because I can.”
She so could not doubt him. Not with the steady way he was meeting her in the eye. “I appreciate your saying something. And I could kind of tell that the problem was on her side.”
“I swear it.” He looked around. “Now, about the rest of tonight. I’ve got to go warm up, and there’s still a ticket waiting for you at will-call—we probably should have picked it up first, actually.” He cursed under his breath. “I’m really sorry…”
“So you mean the worst has happened”—she smiled up at him—“and all I get to do is listen to you perform with an incredible singer and watch you do something you love. Oh, the horror.”
He seemed momentarily nonplussed. “I can’t believe … you.”
“Good or bad.”
G.B. laughed tightly. “Good … very, very good. You’re just being really cool about this.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“No,” he said with an edge. “I can assure you it’s not. And I better get going. I’ll just walk you back to will-call—”
“It’s only down at the end here, right? Don’t worry about me, I can take care of myself.”
G.B. paused again, his eyes roaming around her face. Then in a quick move, he dropped down and kissed her on the cheek.
“Thank you so much. The ticket’s under your name. Just give them your driver’s license.”
Man, he smelled good. “I’ll see you afterward?”
“Go to the lobby and wait—I’ll find you. After the event, they sometimes loosen things up and I might be able to sneak you back then. It depends on how cool her staff is.”
“I’ll be there, and take your time. I don’t mind people watching.”
“And then we’ll have drinks, yes?”
“You can bet on it.”
For a split second, she was convinced he was going to kiss her again—this time on the mouth: He focused on her lips and tilted toward her. But then at the last minute, he pulled away and blew out an exhale.
“I gotta go,” he said ruefully.
“Break a leg—or is that only for actors?”
“Coming from you, it works for me, and that’s all that matters.”
On an impulse, she reached out and squeezed his hands. “See you in a bit.”
As she turned away, he said, “Cait.”
She glanced back at him. “Yes?”
“That woman in there … she’s not you, all right? I don’t want to scare you off.”
“You haven’t.”
He smiled a little. And then he lifted his hand in a wave and strode away, rounding that corner with his hands in the pockets of his tuxedo pants and his head down like he had no intention of engaging with Jennifer again.
Making her own way, Cait went back to the lobby, his last words lingering with her. As she got out her driver’s license and stood in line in front of will-call, she thought … he wasn’t the type who was going to scare her off.
That other man was.
The two were opposite ends of the spectrum, for sure—and it was so much healthier to focus on the latter instead of the former…
When it was her turn up at the Plexiglas window, she put her ID in the sliding drawer and leaned into the microphone that was mounted in the glass.
“Cait Douglass,” she said. “I believe there’s a ticket for me?”
The man on the far side nodded, his voice tinny through the little speaker. “Sure thing, Miss Douglass.”
Cait glanced behind her, searching the faces of the late arrivals who were rushing to get to the ushers.
“What was the name again?”
She refocused. “Cait? With a C? The Douglass has two Ss?”
The guy went back to a box that held a lineup of envelopes, leafing through with deft fingers that had clearly gone through that motion a number of times. “Nope. Nothing by that name.”
She put her purse on the marble ledge. “G.B. was supposed to leave it for me?”
All she got was a shaking head. “I’m really sorry. There’s nothing in your name.”
“Are there any tickets I can buy?”
“The event’s sold out, I’m sorry.”
Cait opened her mouth. But what could she do? There were people who were waiting behind her, and it wasn’t like she could negotiate with No Vacancy.