Chapter 5Twirling the car key around on her finger, Wendy regarded Macaulay with more than a little amusement. “You said you wanted to go out on a date, didn’t you?” She took a step backward, smiling when he followed as if connected to her with a string. “I told Sloop I was borrowing his car for the night. I didn’t think you’d want to try angling the bus into a parking space.”
“No, I’m not very good with the bus. I’m glad one of us thought of that.” They took another step in tandem. People surrounded them—bands and roadies and fans and groupies and photographers—but he never let his attention waver from her. “You’re not going to try to get back to the press tent, are you?”
“You’d never find the car if I did that.”
Step.
She shivered at the darkening hunger in his eyes.
Another.
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