Page 590 of Call Me Baby: Side

Male voice coming from the bar ramp.

Andrew’s eyes snap over before mine do.

Mikey’s are already there.

Nico chokes hard on his drink when he sees who it is.

I turn,

and my gaze slams into cruel cheekbones,

a pair of bourbon eyes,

and tattoos spilling down a neck and two arms.

Neon Grey.

Indie artist who doesn’t belong to a genre.

He haunts them.

Slides through R&B,

borrows country,

leaves pop gasping in his wake.

You can’t pin him down in a genre

or with a label.

Girls are following him,

a halo of clenched thighs.

“Well, fuck—” He chuckles. “You don’t usually walk floors that stick to your heels.”

“And I hear Vice isn’t usually full of almosts.” I shrug. “New for both of us.”

He laughs, pulling me close.

One hand slips low on my spine.

The other climbs too high up my side.

I brace,

track his hands,

clenching back the flinch.

“Yeah, aight. Still got that dangerous mouth on you,” he says in my ear.

Andrew’s watching,

hip against the booth,

one brow up,