Today's teaser needs a little back story:
Ivee is the lead guitarist for the band Twisted Misery, and just finished playing at Wills bar. This is her first encounter with Colton Cruise.
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“Ivee?” Nolan’s stern voice shook me out of my day dream.
“Can you be there tomorrow?” He asked.
“Yeah, no problem,” I said nonchalantly, even though my insides were flipping in circles.
Just then a gaggle of girls came around the truck. I knew what was on their minds.
I rolled my eyes at their low cut tank tops, short skirts, and walked away to go back into the bar.
It was almost empty, except for a few bartenders that were cleaning up. I slide behind the counter, grabbing a cold bottle of water. I noticed Wills at the end of the bar, and I stroll over to him. Ever since we’ve played here, he’s been very kind to me. Not in that creepy-perverted-way either.
I slapped a five dollar bill on the counter. “Take this,” I ordered.
Wills chuckled. “You made me a lot of money tonight.” He pushed it back to me. “It’s on me.”
“Thanks,” I said gently, putting the money back into my pocket.
“I want you to meet someone,” Wills informed me as a young guy comes up to the bar, next to him. “Ivee, this is Colton.”
“Hey,” I nodded.
“Ivy, like a plant?” he questioned. The bar lights made his light brown eyes gleam, as he searched me up and down.
“I-V-E-E. I’m not a plant,” I spat back at him.
“I’m simply making an assumption of your name.” He tried to pin a mean look at me through his eyes, but it wasn’t working on me.
“Well, you’re wrong.” I narrowed mine to him.
“Aren’t you just a little southern bell?” Colton’s voice is low and deep.
“Oh please, like I haven’t heard that cheesy pickup line before.” I groaned at his attempt to make fun of my thick Texas accent.
“Ivee,” Wills voice sent me a warning, and he was shaking his head.
“Well, thank you Wills,” I said, ignoring Colton’s eyes and Wills, leaving them both at the bar.