Evie: I can't.
I growl, not thrilled with that answer.
Me: If you're worried about the media, I'll make sure they're not an issue, Evie.
Evie: You must not have cyberstalked me very hard, Kingston.
Me: What does that mean?
Evie: I have a show tomorrow.
"Dammit," I growl. I'm officially an asshole. Well, I mean, I've been an asshole, but now it's official. Her show is all over her social media. It's all over the radio, too. The only excuse I have for forgetting is that all my blood has been pooled in my cock for the last five days straight.
Me: Sold out, right?
Evie: Yeah.
Which means I'm going to have to work magic if I want tickets.
Me: Maybe I'll see you there.
Evie: Don't you dare, Kingston Monroe!
Me: I have no idea what you're talking about.
Am I a liar? Yes. I know exactly what she's talking about. Am I telling her that? Fuck no. Is her warning going to stop me? Also, fuck no.
I want to see her again. No, that's not true. Ineedto see her again…before I take a page from her dad's book and do something drastic like kidnap her gorgeous little ass.
Showing up at her concert has to be the better option, right?
The fact that I actually have to consider the broader ramifications of a half-cocked kidnapping plan for a moment probably isn't a good sign. It's not a good sign at all.
Jesus H. Christ and all his saints.
If she doesn't marry me soon, I'm going to snap.
Judging by how appealing that half-cocked kidnapping plan sounds right now…I think I may already be halfway there.
Evie: Do not show up at my concert, Kingston. I mean it!
Me: Sweet dreams, princess. I would tell you to break a leg tomorrow, but I happen to like yours exactly like they are. If you break one, I'll be pissed about it.
Evie: Kingston!
Me: Damn. I can practically hear you growling my name from all the way over here.
Me: I'm going to dream about you saying it like that while I'm inside you.
This time, she doesn't answer.
She still doesn't block me either.
We are so getting married.
"Ineed a favor."
"Jesus Christ, Kingston," Davis Miles groans into the phone. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"