Shortly after our drinks were served, the band came onto the stage while the bar erupted into loud clapping, hooting, and even a few screamers behind us.

“Whoa … you are so getting some of that tonight,” Christina said loud enough for Fisher and everyone else to hear. “He’s hot, Reese.”

Jamison poked her in the side and gave her an eye roll. Angie laughed. I shifted my gaze to Arnie, and Christina was right … he was hot under the lights. Tattoos. That wild, blond tipped hair. And a guitar hugging his body.

My phone vibrated, and I pulled it from my handbag.

Fisher: You are NOT getting any of that tonight.

When I glanced up, his head was still bowed to his phone.

Reese: Sure thing, BABE! (eye roll emoji)

He lifted his face from his phone and frowned at me. I turned my attention to the stage.

After the final song, Arnie took off his shirt and tossed it to me. I grinned as the women in the venue went crazy, including Christina, despite her boyfriend right next to her. Arnie nodded for us to make our way backstage.

Christina and Jamison headed through the gated off area along with Angie while Fisher stayed back as if he was simply letting everyone else go first.

Except me.

He slid his finger though the belt loop at the back of my shorts to stop me. Then he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Tell Arnie to do his own fucking laundry.”

I barked a laugh and shook my head, glancing back at him. He grinned and gave me a quick wink, making me want to turn around and throw my arms around him. I wanted to pretend it was just us at the concert, and we were going out with Arnie and some other woman Arnie had invited along with my friends.

That wasn’t the reality.

He let go of my belt loop, and we squeezed through the opening between two security guards, where Arnie and the rest of our group waited for us.

“You were amazing. I can’t believe Fisher hasn’t been bragging about you.” From the corner of my eye, I could see Fisher frown as I gushed to Arnie.

I could also see Angie’s arm slide around Fisher’s waist the way Teagan had once laid claim to him. Would it ever be me doing that? I wondered.

“Thanks, gorgeous.” Arnie took my hand and pulled me toward an exit. “Let’s grab some food. I’m starving.” He seemed high. It had to be a real adrenaline rush playing to a roomful of screaming fans.

“Don’t you need your shirt?”

“Nah. That’s for you. I have another one in my vehicle.”

Making a quick glance backward, I made sure everyone else was following us. Yep. The two couples arm-in-arm. Three happy faces and a grumpy naked fisherman.