Wild Fixation (Rebel Rockstars #2)

Prologue

Jacob

IT STARTS AS A joke.

My first ever tour has been a whirlwind. I’ve traveled from Seattle, down the West Coast, and across the entire country. Now, we’re making our way north again, with a brief stop in Baltimore so we can pause and catch our breath. In this short time that we have to ourselves, I’m dragging my bandmate, Keannen, with me to Baltimore Harbor to indulge in being a total tourist. We’re a small band, and they included us in the tour so we could open for a far, far larger, more famous band, so we should be able to go to even a crowded tourist destination without anyone knowing or caring who we are.

Even so, that larger, more famous band offers their bodyguard to me and Keannen as we’re waiting in the hotel lobby for our rideshare.

“It’s safer,” Erin, the lead singer, says.

I wave away her caution. “It’ll be fine. No one knows us.”

“Not yet,” she says with a wink. “But okay, if you’re sure.”

“I am.”

She lets the matter drop, and Keannen and I get in our rideshare and head for the harbor. As we pull away from the hotel, I mutter, “I’d take him along, but not for my safety.”

I don’t mean for Keannen to overhear me mumbling about the bodyguard, but the sharpness of his gaze leaves no doubt that he did. I refuse to look at him, even as heat flushes into my cheeks. It’s been a long tour, and Keannen has caught me checking out the huge, muscle-bound bodyguard more than once. What can I say? We’ve been stuck together for weeks now, and Seth is a big, strong, sweep-you-off-your-feet mountain of a man. Between exhaustion and stress, can you blame a guy for stealing a glance every now and then?

“Do not fuck the security guy,” Keannen groans at me.

“Why not?” I say. “He’s a tree worth climbing, that’s for damn sure.”

I’m way too tired to care about Keannen overhearing my pointless fantasies. As soon as we get home, Seth will be working for the much more famous Ten Hours, and I’ll probably never see him again. So I might as well enjoy the perfect view while I have the chance.

Keannen rolls his eyes at me. “Because he’s the security guy. You’re the pretty boy frontman. You can sleep with whoever you want.”

“And what if who I want is a big, stern, beefy security guy?”

Besides, Keannen is wrong about that. I can’t get whoever I want, not when we’re traveling non-stop. And if this tour is successful, we’re going to return home to lives we barely recognize. I’m a cashier at a grocery store. I should never need a bodyguard.

The eye rolling continues, but Keannen lets the matter drop, apparently distracted. I don’t push it either. I’m joking, obviously. Even if we were big enough to require a bodyguard like Seth, it’s not like I could make a move on him. He’s probably straight, and definitely off-limits. This is all coming from the stress and excitement of being on the road for my first tour. It’ll pass the second I get back home.

Soon enough, life will go right back to normal.