Just as I again was considering stealing both of the robes, our food arrived. Having food delivered straight to my bedroom was my favorite part about staying at hotels. There was nothing quite like propping yourself up on soft, plump pillows while a steaming plate of bacon, eggs, cinnamon rolls, orange juice, and coffee was rolled into position beside you. I liked it. It made me feel like a queen. In fact, I planned to find a way to continue the luxury when the tour ended. Maybe hire one of my friends to bring us breakfast in bed every morning, or maybe Rita. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind swinging by each and every day for a chance to see Kellan shirtless. Hmmm, on second thought, maybe not.
As Kellan’s food was placed in front of him at his table by a male employee, I handed a female employee the bag of laundry I’d scrounged together. It was so nice not have to look for Laundromats everywhere we went. The fresh-faced employee was very professional, but her eyes darted over to Kellan’s half-naked body every few seconds. It almost made her seem like she had a nervous tic.
Kellan paused in his conversation to thank them both, then he gave me a quick smirk when he noticed what I’d ordered for him—a Denver omelet. Ignoring his enticing expression, I grabbed my purse so I could tip the employees.
The male employee politely took his bills and left as silently as he’d entered. The female lingered. Wondering if I’d have to turn her around and forcibly push her out the door, I glanced at her nameplate and said, “Thank you, Leanne.”
Hearing her name snapped her out of her trance, and she pulled her eyes from Kellan. Cheeks slightly flushed, she smiled and told me, “Let me know if you need anything else,” and darted out the door. I supposed the image of Kellan wearing only a fluffy robe across his privates would cause any woman to suffer from a moment of impropriety.
Kellan and I spent the day lounging in our room, enjoying the peace, enjoying the privacy. When it was time to head out for the show, we finally got dressed. Our laundry was clean, dry, and still a little warm. Reluctantly placing the robe on the bed, I slipped on my bra and the freshly washed KK underwear that Anna had gotten for me. Noticing what I was wearing, Kellan paused in zipping up his jeans. “What’s that?”
I did a quick spin so he could see the words Rock God on my ass. “This is what the lucky fan gave me. Do you like them?”
Seemingly irritated, Kellan crossed his arms over his chest. “My initials are on your underwear. Of course I like them.”
I frowned. “Then why are you scowling at me?”
His face instantly shifted into a devilish grin. “Because you could have been wearing those earlier today, and I could have ripped them off of you with my teeth.” As my heart rate increased, Kellan sighed and finished zipping up his pants. “But it’s too late now . . . you missed out.”
“I’ll still be wearing them later,” I muttered.
Kellan heard me, and his eyes started burning with interest. I had as much difficulty pulling my gaze away from him as poor Leanne had.
As we all climbed into the dark SUVs that the label loved to rent, I looked around for my sister. I hadn’t left my room at all, and I was curious to see how things were going with her and Griffin, now that they were finally exclusive. Matt was beside me in the car while I waited for Kellan. He’d been accosted by a couple of fans outside the hotel and was obliging them with autographs. No doubt Sienna was right by his side. “Have you seen Anna?” I asked Matt.
Matt shook his head. His pale eyes concerned, he asked, “Have you seen Griffin?” When I shook my head, Matt sighed. “If he misses the show I’m gonna kill him.”
I patted his shoulder. “He’ll be there. He’s an idiot, but he’s not stupid.” Matt gave me an amused smile, and I laughed at my own summation. “How’s Rachel?” I asked him.
Grinning, Matt leaned forward in his seat and started telling me all about her. Matt was generally more reserved when he spoke, but there was clear longing in his voice and I immediately understood his sudden openness. Matt and Evan hadn’t had a chance to see their loved ones in a while. I knew how that felt, since Kellan and I had gone through it last tour. Matt seemed to need to talk to somebody, so I tuned the world out and gave him all of my attention.
We were stopping at the arena before it had even registered with me that we’d left the hotel. Security whisked us backstage and dumped us into a couple of dressing rooms with instructions that they would come collect everyone when it was time for today’s meet-and-greet. Walking up to Kellan’s back, I wrapped my arms around his stomach and kissed his shoulder. “I’m going to go look for Anna. Make sure she’s okay.”
Kellan nodded and flashed a grin. “I’m sure she’s quite okay.”
I rolled my eyes at his comment, then twisted to leave him. He called out after me, “See you later, KK.”
I stopped in my tracks, my cheeks heating. Was he really referencing my underwear? We weren’t the only ones in this room! In fact, Deacon was staring right at me, his face amused and confused. Oh well. If Kellan was talking about my under things, at least he’d used a vague reference. To the person not in the know, he could just be saying my initials . . . which I just now realized matched his. Amused by that sudden insight, I twisted back to him. “I look forward to it, KK.”