“God, you two are so cute together,” Brennan says. “It makes me want a girlfriend. For like a whole week, maybe.”
His comment makes me laugh. I pull away from Ridge and turn around, leaning my back into him again.
“You’re about to have one for more than a week,” Spencer says. “Sadie’s opening for us for the next two months.”
Brennan groans. “Don’t remind me.”
I welcome the distraction. “Who is Sadie?”
Brennan looks at me pointedly and says. “Sadie is Satan.”
“Her name is Sadie Brennan,” Warren says, standing up. “Not to be confused with Brennan Lawson. Coincidence that they share part of a name, and also a coincidence that Brennan thought she was a groupie the first time he met her.”
Brennan grabs a roll of paper towels off the bar and throws them at Warren. “It was an honest mistake.”
“I think this is a story I need to hear,” I say.
“No,” Brennan says firmly.
At the same time Brennan says no, Warren pipes up and says, “I’ll tell it.” He flips one of the table chairs around backward and sits down, facing us. “Brennan has a routine,” Warren says and signs. “Sounds of Cedar isn’t a widely known band, but locally, you know they have a decent following. Quite a few fangirls who come to the meet-and-greets after the shows.”
Warren is signing everything for Ridge, so it makes me laugh when Brennan’s head falls back and he groans, then signs, “Shut up,” at the same time he says it. It’ll never get old that they sign everything for Ridge. It’s like it’s second nature and they don’t even realize they’re doing it. That’s my goal. I want to learn to communicate that way to the point where Ridge and I have absolutely no barriers.
“Sometimes after the shows, if Brennan thinks a girl is cute, he’ll slip her a note with his hotel information, asking if she wants to chat in private. Five times out of ten, they show up an hour later at his hotel room door.”
“Ten times out of ten,” Brennan corrects.
God, he and Ridge are so different.
Warren rolls his eyes and continues. “Sadie happened to be one of the girls he slipped a note to. But what he didn’t know was that she wasn’t at his meet and greet as a fan. She was there looking to talk with him about a gig. And what she didn’t know is that Brennan slips someone his number after every show with the intention of hooking up. She thought he slipped her a note because he wanted to chat with her about opening for the band on our upcoming tour. So, when she showed up at his hotel room that night, let’s just say there was a lot of confusion.”
I look at Brennan, and he’s running his hand down his face like he’s embarrassed. “Dude, I hate this story.”
He might hate it, but I’m enjoying the hell out of it. “What happened?”
Brennan groans. “Can’t we just end the story here?”
“No,” Warren says. “This is where it gets good.”
Brennan looks so embarrassed, but he continues the story himself. “Let’s just say it took her a few seconds to realize what I assumed she was there for, and it took me more than a few seconds to realize she wasn’t there because she wanted me to take off her shirt.”
“Oh, no. That poor girl.”
Brennan makes a face. “Poor girl my ass. I told you she’s Satan. She makes Bridgette look like an angel.”
“I heard that,” Bridgette yells from her room.
Brennan shrugs. “It’s true.”
“She’s not that bad,” Price says to Brennan. “She just hates you.”
“But…she’s opening for you guys on the next tour? She must not hate you too much,” I say.
Brennan shakes his head. “No, she definitely hates me. But she also has mad talent. That’s the only reason why she got the gig.”
“Do you have any of her songs?” I ask. “I want to hear one.”
Brennan scoots closer to us and hands me his phone after pulling up a YouTube video. Ridge scoots me over and hops off the bar to set out plates for the Chinese food. I can’t help but stare at the video on Brennan’s phone in complete awe. The girl is really pretty. And she’s super talented. I watch the first video, and then another, and then a third before I realize Brennan hasn’t moved a muscle. He can pretend he isn’t into her all he wants, but he holds his breath through every video, never taking his eyes off the screen.