Chapter 3
The first thought that crossed Ian’s mind when he became aware that he was awake was, Please tell me I didn’t let him spend the night. Last night was a blur to him—the show, the screaming fans, the bright lights, the girl who had caught Corey’s eye and latched onto him like she would never let go…Ian had seen the triumphant look on her face when Corey led her to their limo.
Once back at the hotel, Ian tried to drown that “I got what I wanted” look in the bottle of Jack he kept in the fridge for that sole purpose. To wash away the sticky residue that always clung to him after a performance, when he had to run through the gauntlet of hands reaching for him, eyes begging to be noticed, hair and nails and girls he didn’t need, didn’t want to see. He always kept his gaze straight ah
