When she saw Jordan in a hallway and asked if he’d seen Gabe, he pointed toward the stage. “I think he’s rehearsing.”
Rehearsing? Rehearsing what? When she concentrated, she could hear him playing, sticks hitting skins with such powerful, rapid percussion that it couldn’t have been anyone but Gabe.
She hurried to the stage and climbed the steps to watch him. She stumbled over a cord not yet taped down and then stood to the side of Gabe’s drum kit. His instrument was tucked away behind the equipment for the opening bands, far to the back of the stage where the overhead lights didn’t quite reach. His eyes were closed as he punished the drums; there was no other way to describe how he was playing. His face held none of the rapture, none of the fervent concentration she’d witnessed at the concert three nights before. There was only anger and retaliation.
She was afraid to interrupt him and would probably have stood gaping all day if the skin on his snare hadn’t ruptured.
“Fuck,” he said. He flung his ragged sticks between two of the drums and dropped his elbows to his knees. He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, his fingertips digging into the wicked-looking dragons on his scalp. Gabe looked anything but wicked at that moment. He looked… broken.
“Fuck, f**k, f**k, f**k!” he yelled. And then he kicked one of his bass drums clean off the riser, taking a set of crashing cymbals with it.
Melanie was stunned and half-tempted to back away and pretend she hadn’t seen him. “Gabe?” she said quietly.
He tensed and turned, searching for her in the shadows.
“Is something wrong?”
“Yeah,” he said in a harsh, raspy tone. “Everything is wrong. Get the f**k out of here. I don’t want to talk to you.”
She sucked in a breath, certain she was hallucinating. Who was this guy? Definitely not the Gabe she’d come to know over the weekend.
“What?” she said breathlessly.
He glared at her. “You heard me. Go back home to Kansas! And take your f**king girlfriend with you.”
“Well, yes, I’ll be taking Nikki when I go home,” Melanie said, still more confused than insulted, hurt or angry. Though she could feel those emotions quickly taking hold of her. “What’s wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you, Melanie? How many guys have you done this to? Did they think it was sexy to be caught up in your kinky little triangle? Well, I don’t want any part of it. Take your loser friend and f**k off. We’re through.”
She obviously wasn’t registering words correctly, because his made absolutely no sense.
“Gabe, I don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t want to be with me? Where is this coming from?”
“You can’t have us both, Melanie. It’s me or her.”
She gaped at him, unable to believe her ears. She knew some people were naturally jealous—hell, she happened to be one of them—but what kind of ass**le slapped down that kind of ultimatum out of the blue? He knew what Nikki had been through. He couldn’t possibly expect Melanie to desert her.
“Are you asking me to choose between you and Nikki?”
He crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw set in a harsh line. “Yeah, I am.”
“Asking that of me makes it very easy to pick,” she said, struggling to get the words out around the lump in her throat. “How can you even ask me to choose between the man I love and my best friend? Why would you ask me to?”
He threw out a hand, pointing toward the parking lot. “Your best friend? Don’t you mean your lover? I’m sure there are plenty of guys who would love to be the spare dick in your bed, but I’m not one of them. If you’re going to be my one and only, then I have to be yours as well.”
Melanie’s head started spinning. She wasn’t sure what to focus on: the fact that he thought Nikki was her lover or that he thought she would actually cheat on him or that he considered her his one and only.
“She’s not my lover,” she said finally, needing more time to process the rest of what he said. “Never has been. Never will be.”
“Bullshit, Melanie. I saw her kiss you.”
Melanie touched the back of her hand to her lips, feeling suddenly queasy. “You saw that?”
“Yeah, I saw it. I also heard you say that you love her.”
“And I suppose you didn’t stick around long enough to hear my reaction to Nikki’s misguided confession of love?”
Some of the tension went out of his long, lean frame. “I’d already seen all I needed to see,” he said quietly.
“So you didn’t hear me tell her I considered her my sister? Did you hear me tell her I am not attracted to her? Maybe I went easy on her, but for f**k’s sake Gabe, hasn’t she been hurt enough? I’m not f**king my best friend!”
He didn’t say anything. But his eyes narrowed, as if he were considering her words.
“What do you mean that I’m your one and only?” she blurted without thought.
“Don’t change the subject,” he said. He hopped down from the riser and took several steps toward her, but stopped short of touching her. “Did you mean to say that I’m the man you love?”
She laughed hysterically, light-headed from the see-sawing emotions surging through her. “Oh, you heard that little slip up, did you?”
“Did you mean it?” he pressed.
He reached out and cupped her shoulder, and she forced herself not to pull away. And not collapse into his arms.
“I don’t know if I can love a man who believes what he sees with his own eyes over my word,” she said, hoping to break some of the tension between them before it broke her.
“Maybe I need glasses,” he said, one side of his mouth lifting in a grin.
“Gabriel Banner in glasses?” she said, touching her fingertips to her chest. “Be still my quivering loins.”
His arms went around her hesitantly, and the tension immediately dropped away. She pressed her ear to his thudding heart.
“I’m sorry I didn’t trust you,” he said.
She shook her head slightly. “I guess if I saw you macking with Shade, I’d have probably jumped to the same conclusion.”
“Ugh, that’s disgusting,” he said, shuddering dramatically. “Do you have any idea where that man’s mouth has been? Have you met his ex-wife?”
Melanie chuckled and pulled away so she could look into his grass-green eyes. “I do love you,” she said. “I meant that. I just figured it was much too soon to tell you.”
Rehearsing? Rehearsing what? When she concentrated, she could hear him playing, sticks hitting skins with such powerful, rapid percussion that it couldn’t have been anyone but Gabe.
She hurried to the stage and climbed the steps to watch him. She stumbled over a cord not yet taped down and then stood to the side of Gabe’s drum kit. His instrument was tucked away behind the equipment for the opening bands, far to the back of the stage where the overhead lights didn’t quite reach. His eyes were closed as he punished the drums; there was no other way to describe how he was playing. His face held none of the rapture, none of the fervent concentration she’d witnessed at the concert three nights before. There was only anger and retaliation.
She was afraid to interrupt him and would probably have stood gaping all day if the skin on his snare hadn’t ruptured.
“Fuck,” he said. He flung his ragged sticks between two of the drums and dropped his elbows to his knees. He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, his fingertips digging into the wicked-looking dragons on his scalp. Gabe looked anything but wicked at that moment. He looked… broken.
“Fuck, f**k, f**k, f**k!” he yelled. And then he kicked one of his bass drums clean off the riser, taking a set of crashing cymbals with it.
Melanie was stunned and half-tempted to back away and pretend she hadn’t seen him. “Gabe?” she said quietly.
He tensed and turned, searching for her in the shadows.
“Is something wrong?”
“Yeah,” he said in a harsh, raspy tone. “Everything is wrong. Get the f**k out of here. I don’t want to talk to you.”
She sucked in a breath, certain she was hallucinating. Who was this guy? Definitely not the Gabe she’d come to know over the weekend.
“What?” she said breathlessly.
He glared at her. “You heard me. Go back home to Kansas! And take your f**king girlfriend with you.”
“Well, yes, I’ll be taking Nikki when I go home,” Melanie said, still more confused than insulted, hurt or angry. Though she could feel those emotions quickly taking hold of her. “What’s wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you, Melanie? How many guys have you done this to? Did they think it was sexy to be caught up in your kinky little triangle? Well, I don’t want any part of it. Take your loser friend and f**k off. We’re through.”
She obviously wasn’t registering words correctly, because his made absolutely no sense.
“Gabe, I don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t want to be with me? Where is this coming from?”
“You can’t have us both, Melanie. It’s me or her.”
She gaped at him, unable to believe her ears. She knew some people were naturally jealous—hell, she happened to be one of them—but what kind of ass**le slapped down that kind of ultimatum out of the blue? He knew what Nikki had been through. He couldn’t possibly expect Melanie to desert her.
“Are you asking me to choose between you and Nikki?”
He crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw set in a harsh line. “Yeah, I am.”
“Asking that of me makes it very easy to pick,” she said, struggling to get the words out around the lump in her throat. “How can you even ask me to choose between the man I love and my best friend? Why would you ask me to?”
He threw out a hand, pointing toward the parking lot. “Your best friend? Don’t you mean your lover? I’m sure there are plenty of guys who would love to be the spare dick in your bed, but I’m not one of them. If you’re going to be my one and only, then I have to be yours as well.”
Melanie’s head started spinning. She wasn’t sure what to focus on: the fact that he thought Nikki was her lover or that he thought she would actually cheat on him or that he considered her his one and only.
“She’s not my lover,” she said finally, needing more time to process the rest of what he said. “Never has been. Never will be.”
“Bullshit, Melanie. I saw her kiss you.”
Melanie touched the back of her hand to her lips, feeling suddenly queasy. “You saw that?”
“Yeah, I saw it. I also heard you say that you love her.”
“And I suppose you didn’t stick around long enough to hear my reaction to Nikki’s misguided confession of love?”
Some of the tension went out of his long, lean frame. “I’d already seen all I needed to see,” he said quietly.
“So you didn’t hear me tell her I considered her my sister? Did you hear me tell her I am not attracted to her? Maybe I went easy on her, but for f**k’s sake Gabe, hasn’t she been hurt enough? I’m not f**king my best friend!”
He didn’t say anything. But his eyes narrowed, as if he were considering her words.
“What do you mean that I’m your one and only?” she blurted without thought.
“Don’t change the subject,” he said. He hopped down from the riser and took several steps toward her, but stopped short of touching her. “Did you mean to say that I’m the man you love?”
She laughed hysterically, light-headed from the see-sawing emotions surging through her. “Oh, you heard that little slip up, did you?”
“Did you mean it?” he pressed.
He reached out and cupped her shoulder, and she forced herself not to pull away. And not collapse into his arms.
“I don’t know if I can love a man who believes what he sees with his own eyes over my word,” she said, hoping to break some of the tension between them before it broke her.
“Maybe I need glasses,” he said, one side of his mouth lifting in a grin.
“Gabriel Banner in glasses?” she said, touching her fingertips to her chest. “Be still my quivering loins.”
His arms went around her hesitantly, and the tension immediately dropped away. She pressed her ear to his thudding heart.
“I’m sorry I didn’t trust you,” he said.
She shook her head slightly. “I guess if I saw you macking with Shade, I’d have probably jumped to the same conclusion.”
“Ugh, that’s disgusting,” he said, shuddering dramatically. “Do you have any idea where that man’s mouth has been? Have you met his ex-wife?”
Melanie chuckled and pulled away so she could look into his grass-green eyes. “I do love you,” she said. “I meant that. I just figured it was much too soon to tell you.”
