Mistaken Identity (Identity 1)

“And if she isn’t?”

“I’ll give her time to cool off and track her down. It’s a small town.”

“You’re that into her?”

“Aiden.” He paused to take a deep breath. “That woman is my future.”

They reached the end of the hallway where security waited.

“You guys ready?” the stocky, blond haired man dressed from head to toe in black asked.

“Yeap.” Aiden nodded, and Jett gritted his teeth. Hell no, but I don’t have a choice.

They were escorted through the hotel without incident and taken to the ballroom where they waited to walk out onto the onto the stage set up for Q& A.

“Try not to look like your dog just got run over.” Aiden whispered.

“Yeah, I’m on it.” Jett forced a smile as they walked up the stairs and onto the platform. Screams rang out, cameras flashed, and hands waved in the air. The deafening roar always shocked him. All these people were here for the two of them. The room was packed from wall to wall with people of all ages, races, and sexes. Too bad the one woman he really wanted was in his room deciding if he was worth sticking around for. The irony didn’t escape him.

They were halfway through the panel when he saw her seated in the far back next to a petite, dark haired woman with café latte skin and a peasant dress. This had to be Mya. He nudged Aiden.

“Look man, far right in the very back.” He mouthed.

Aiden followed his line of sight and grinned.

The announcer held the microphone up to his mouth. “Now for the moment you’ve been waiting for, questions for the boys.”

“Aid, pick her please,” Jett whispered.

The panicked look on his best friend’s face made him laugh.

“She’s not mad at you.”

“Actually, she probably is.”

“No, embarrassed maybe.”

“Well I’m sure picking her out in a crowd will remedy that.”

“She stood up, so she must want to ask something.”

“You owe me, Walker.”

“Name it, and it’s yours.” Jett turned on his microphone. “Aiden wants to kick things off today.”

“I do.” Aiden smiled. “How about we start off with the young lady in the blue plaid shirt?”

The MC handed the mic over.

“What’s your name?” Aiden asked.

“Kansas.”

“Hi, Kansas, nice name.”

“Thanks, Aiden.” The smirk on Aiden’s face made Jett wonder if he was picturing Kansas naked. The thought rankled him. “This is a two part question. Do you believe in soul mates? And if so, what would you do if they lied to you?”

He held his breath as he waited for Aiden’s response.