“What?” Harry shrugged. “I can’t help it if the ladies want a little Harry action.”
“Harry action?” I chortled, doubling over with laughter. “Anyway, I think they were eyeing up Sax more than they were you,” I teased.
“Bullshit,” scoffed Harry. “Besides, this guy wouldn’t know what to do with a woman anymore. He lost his touch when he lost his fame.” He slapped Saxon on the back.
Sax narrowed his eyes, but said nothing. I smiled at him, my insides fluttering. I was pretty sure he knew how to please a woman. And I was more than willing to test that notion. You know, for research purposes.
A waitress arrived with our drinks. Harry reached for his and gulped it down.
“I think it’s time for Harry to get to work,” he muttered, his gaze zeroing in on the group of girls. Sax shook his head and reached for his soda water. He handed me my drink.
“Thanks,” I said. I took a sip as the other guys wandered over to the pool table, leaving Sax and I alone.
“You did really well. You hit those high notes perfectly.”
“Thanks,” I said, my face heating from his compliment. We sat there awkwardly for a few minutes. I set my drink down and stood up. “I might go back over to the motel, actually. I’m pretty beat.”
He stood up. “I’ll walk you. I’m pretty wrecked too.”
We walked out and crossed the dirt road to the motel, stopping in front of the van. I shivered. There was no way he could sleep in that van tonight. He’d freeze to death.
“You can sleep in my room. There’s a sofa that looks semi-comfortable. That has to be better than sleeping in that. No arguing,” I added, anticipating his response.
“Fine,” he mumbled.
I nodded, a little surprised that he’d agreed so easily.
“I’ll just grab my bag.”
He disappeared into the van and I walked over to the room, unlocking the door. Turning on the light, I went straight over to the heater and switched it on high. Sax walked in carrying his bag over his shoulder. He locked the door and dumped his bag on the sofa.
“Next time I’ll make sure I get the extra room,” he muttered, running his fingers through his hair. “Are there extra blankets anywhere?” While he went searching through the cupboards, I ducked into the bathroom and changed into my pajamas. I let my hair down and stared at my reflection in the tiny mirror. Glancing down at my tight black leggings and oversized Beatles tee shirt, I silently thanked God I’d packed something I could sleep in that wasn’t going to totally embarrass me.
His eyes were on me when I came out of the bathroom. My face burned as I picked up my pace and practically ran to the bed. I dove under the covers, wishing the room would hurry up and warm up already.
“No blankets?” I asked Sax.
He shook his head. “It’s cool. I’ll be fine stretched out on this.” He slapped his hand against the arm of the sofa.
I sighed and pushed the blankets off me, arranging the sheet as a barrier against my body.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?”
“It looks like you’re building a blanket fort.”
Rolling my eyes, I threw a pillow at him. “Get over here before I change my mind.”
“Micah—”
“Look, I’m not going to be able to sleep with you freezing your ass off, okay? Just get over here.”
He studied me for a moment and then nodded. My heart raced as I watched him swagger over to the bed and slide in next to me.
“Stay on your side. And no funny business,” I grumbled.
He laughed. “I better not wake up to you spooning me,” he retorted, sorting the covers out over his body. He shoved the pillow under his head and closed his eyes, a smile on his face.