Dangerous Rock (Dangerous Noise 3)

He laughs. "And you wanted to do the Titanic."

"That's a thing?"

"According to you, yeah." His laugh lights up his eyes. "You grabbed the railing and you screamed 'Joel, come on. I want to be Queen of the world.'"

"I did not."

He nods. "You did. I tried to talk you out of it."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I figured security would get there fast. I don't mind extra arrests on my record, but I could tell you would."

He's right I would. "I appreciate that."

"Don't. I failed. You started climbing over the railing."

I let my eyes flutter closed. I can hear the Celine Dion song. And Joel's laugh. The spray of the water. It was a cold night, but I was warm from the buzz, then Joel's arms were around my waist, and I felt safe.

Happy.

The memory is faint, but I can still feel every bit of happiness.

Of ease.

It was fun.

I did climb over the railing.

He stayed on the other side of it to hold me tightly.

To protect me.

And I really trusted him to protect me.

His voice gets soft. "You remember?"

"Yeah." I stare into his gorgeous green eyes. "Most of it."

"You agreed I could draw you wearing only your necklace?"

I raise a brow. "Did I?"

Joel shakes his head. "No, but I'm happy to do it."

"You draw?"

"I know how to wield a pen."

I have to laugh. "Brooms, wands, and pens. Joel Young, you have an obsession—"

"You forgot drum sticks."

"I did."

"Guitars." He mimes holding a guitar, the body over his crotch, the neck jutting forward. Then he's fretting his air-guitar like he's touching himself.

Ahem. "You're obsessed with phallic imagery."