Pulling my legs up onto the chair, I hid my body as much as I could. “Someday, sure.”
Kellan bumped my shoulder with his. “Maybe after we’re officially married.” He hesitated, then looked up at Sienna. “Which, just so you know, is happening on December twenty-seventh, when the tour is on break for Christmas.” Luckily Sienna’s and Justin’s tours were breaking for the holiday at the same time. If I’d had to change the wedding date after Mom had already sent out the invitations, she’d skin me alive.
Sienna’s lips twitched, but she very smoothly told us, “Well, I suppose congratulations are in order.” She looked like she wanted to hug Kellan to congratulate him, but the way Kellan and I were cuddling really wasn’t giving her the opportunity.
The same man who’d come for Deacon came to usher Kellan onstage. Sienna stood up with Kellan. Extending her elbow to him, she demurely asked, “Can I show you the way?” Maybe it was my imagination, but the question seemed laced with dual meaning.
Kellan didn’t take her elbow, but gave her a polite nod of his head. I followed them out the door, my fingers loosely held in Kellan’s. A group of men and women wearing lanyards sporting the name of one of the local radio stations spotted Sienna instantly. Of course, she wasn’t hard to miss. She was in her stage outfit—a one-piece seventies-inspired jumpsuit littered with rhinestones that sparkled in the lights. It tied around her neck in a halter and had absolutely no back on it; it was so low that I could see the dimples beside her tail bone. And I’d been trying very hard to ignore how deeply cut the V was in the front while we’d been talking in the back room. I’m assuming that a hefty amount of double-sided tape was keeping everything in place.
“Sienna! Can we have a quick interview? Maybe some photos?”
The bodyguards that seemed to flank Sienna everywhere she went didn’t let the people through until Sienna spoke. “Sure thing.”
“With Kellan?” A blonde in super tight jeans asked. The suggestive smile on her face was very unprofessional.
Kellan jerked his thumb toward the stage. “Sorry, I have to go.”
The blonde pouted at him, holding up a camera. “Just a quick photo of the happy couple?”
Kellan rolled his eyes as he looked back at me. I was standing a little behind him, so the blonde probably couldn’t tell that we were holding hands. Locking eyes with the blonde, he pointed at Sienna and firmly told her, “We’re not together.”
The blonde gave Kellan a knowing smile. It was so clear to me that she was thinking, Got it, you don’t want to talk about your relationship with Sienna yet. Your secret is safe with me. Kellan looked like he wanted to set her straight, but I tugged on his arm. He’d have to point out who I was to effectively set her straight, and I didn’t want to be a part of this spectacle. Besides, the man wearing headphones was frantically waving at us to hurry.
As we turned away from the press, I noticed Sienna blowing Kellan a kiss. Before we were out of earshot, one of the radio personalities pointed at me and asked, “Who’s that?”
Her smile still bright and charming, Sienna immediately answered, “Just an old friend of Kellan’s.” She smirked a bit after she said it, then all of her attention was given to the interviewers.
Kellan didn’t hear, but I glared daggers into her back, not sure if I should be angry or not. She had called me an old friend when she could have just said “nobody,” and left it at that. I just wasn’t sure what to feel for Sienna. One minute she wasn’t so bad, then the next she was just as manipulative as Nick. I couldn’t tell what her deal was.
Thinking of old friends and sorting through my feelings got me thinking of Denny. The All Access pass around my neck let me go anywhere I wanted backstage, so I took out my cell phone and snapped a few pictures to send to him. Making my way to where I could watch the boys play, I snapped a pic of the massive crowd jumping up and down. Right after I sent the photo with a message that read, Can you believe the size of this crowd? I noticed a huge sign that a fan was holding high in the air—Kell-Sex forever! God, I really hated that nickname.
Denny texted back while I was looking around the dimly lit arena for more signs. Damn, I’d be crapping my daks if I were him. I suppose he’s not the least bit nervous, though, is he?