Dangerous Kiss (Dangerous Noise 1)

She's not by herself. She's sitting across from the Sinful Serenade guitarist Drew and his fiancée Kara. The happy couple is pressed together on the couch. He has his arm around her and he's whispering in her ear.

Violet's eyes catch mine. She waves me over.

"Hey." She smiles and pats her seat.

Kara's dark eyes light up. "Ethan, hey. Hold on."

She starts to push herself up. Immediately, Drew is out of his chair to help her.

"I'm not that pregnant, Denton. I can handle this." She places her hand on her belly. "At five months people are still looking at me like they aren't sure if I'm knocked up or if it's all the grilled cheese."

Violet laughs. "You have that glow."

Kara smiles. "Mostly, I have heartburn." She looks up at Drew. "Alexandra is almost as difficult as you are."

Drew smiles. "Not possible."

"She's a girl?" Violet asks.

Kara nods. "Yeah, but I would have painted the nursery pink either way."

"We rent, we can't paint the extra room," Drew says.

"He's so uptight for a rock star, huh?" Kara rises to her tiptoes to plant a kiss on Drew's lips.

He murmurs into her cheeks. "You look fucking divine in that dress."

She sighs as she wraps her arms around him.

"I'll make this fast. I want to make you come right away." He kisses her again.

"You know they heard that, right?" she asks.

Drew nods then he leans in close enough that his whisper is only audible to Kara.

It's funny. Everything I've heard about Drew from Joel—back when Drew was the Dangerous Noise guitarist, he made everyone's lives miserable with his diva-like ways and his fights with his ex-girlfriend—paints the guitarist as a truly miserable guy.

But I'm not sure I've seen anyone as happy as he is.

As in love as he is.

I've worked with him enough to know two things—he's a perfectionist and he loves his fiancée as much as anyone has ever loved another person.

Drew nods to me. "Let's talk."

"Sure." I kiss Violet on the cheek and follow Drew to an empty spot in the corner of the room.

His dark eyes get serious. "Fuck, Ethan, I don't think it's possible for me to thank you enough for filling in for me." His smile widens as he watches Kara and Violet chat. "I couldn't have made this work without you."

"It was nothing."

"Fuck that. It was a lot. I know my shit is hard."

"It is. That on purpose?"

"More fun that way."

His gaze drifts to his fiancée. His eyes light up. He lets out a wistful sigh.