After his meteoric rise to superstardom, Jim O'Brien is no longer a small-town boy who plays in bars and dreams of success. His handsome face is plastered on the covers of celebrity gossip magazines, and his voice alone is enough to make girls swoon...
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The limo stopped in the driveway of the familiar gated residence in the suburbs.
"I'll be back in ten," I said to the driver.
"Take your time, Sir."
I got out of the vehicle, not letting the driver assist me. As soon as my feet stepped on the asphalt and I made a couple of steps toward the modern lodge, the front door opened wide, revealing Riley in a shimmering golden dress.
I gave her a once-over. "Wow."
Riley laughed, throwing her head back. "Come on in."
I walked up to her and brushed my lips across her cheek. "I meant what I said."
"Don't you always, charmer?" Riley nudged my bicep with her fist.
I followed her into the spacious, beautiful home and glanced around, looking for something that changed since the last time I'd been here. Riley loved design and would add small touches to the decoration of the rooms whenever inspiration struck.
"If you're looking for anything new, let me disappoint you. Nothing's changed. We've hardly been at home."
I wiggled my brows. "Where's my man?"
Noah's chuckle made me turn my head toward the family room doorway. He was leaning against the door jamb, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a Marvel tee, with his brown hair slightly tousled and a gaming headset around his neck.
"I'm here, O'Brien. Whatcha doin', looking all fancy and shit?"
I grinned, pulling the guy into a half-hug. "I'd rather lounge on my couch in a pair of sweats like yours than wear this tux."
"Lounge on the couch, or try out my new baby." Noah smirked.
My mouth fell open. "No shit. Is it ready?"
"Almost," Noah said. "I'm working on the final version before the beta-testing begins, but I'm happy with the results so far."
"I'll gladly beta test the game for you after my arena show."
"That show's gonna be insane, dude. Can't wait." Noah stretched, folding his arms behind his head. A yawn escaped his mouth. I wished I stayed at home and got some much-needed sleep instead of going to the charity dinner, but I promised I would attend it. Besides, I genuinely believed in the cause they were raising money for. Among all the commitments I had on my agenda, this one wasn't the worst.
"I know. We're a bit jittery, not gonna lie," I said to Noah.
"We've got to go, Jim." Riley stood next to me, already wearing a coat over her dress, and tapped her watch with her manicured finger. "If we hit the traffic, we'll be the last to arrive, and you know how much I hate that."
Noah pushed off the doorframe and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, giving her a sound kiss on the lips.
"Noah, the lipstick." Riley flattened her palms over his chest, giggling.
