It all started in Vegas…
After a wild and tumultuous beginning to their relationship, Evelyn Thomas and her rock star husband David Ferris have been happily married for years. Nothing needs to change, their life together is perfect. Which means that change in the shape of an unexpected pregnancy is bound to shake things up some. But could it be for the better?
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From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kylie Scott comes a new story in her Stage Dive series. THE RHYTHM METHOD is out tomorrow and you can read an excerpt right now below!
Chandeliers twinkled overhead, and a string quartet played Led Zeppelin. All while our friends and family ate and drank and made merry. Out the nearest window you could see the Eiffel Tower all lit up for the night, and I couldnโt have been happier if I tried. The hotel suite was wonderful. Everything was perfect. Just perfect.
โHere you go,โ said my husband, David, passing me a Moscow mule. โHappy seventh wedding anniversary, Mrs. Ferris.โ
โRight back at you, Mr. Ferris.โ
He pressed a kiss to my lips. โWho the hell would have thought?โ
โWe had a rough start.โ I smiled. โBut I sure am glad we persevered.โ
โMe too. This dress youโre wearingโฆโ His fingers traced down my spine in a thrilling fashion. My back was bared by the low square cut of the short, black Hervรฉ Legรฉr fit and flare dress. It also had a plunging v-neckline, and my man definitely noticed. โHave I said how much I appreciate the easy access?โ
โI may have learned a thing or two about how you like it,โ I said coyly.
โWe are in the city of love.โ
โHmm.โ
โItโs not like weโd be missed.โ He nuzzled the side of my neck, making my toes curl. โWhat do you say, baby?โ
โYou want us to sneak out of our own party?โ
โIt wouldnโt be the first time.โ
I nodded. โTrue.โ
โDid I mention weโre in the city of love?โ he asked, nibbling on my earlobe.
โYes. I believe you did.โ
We were in France because Stage Dive was doing a world tour. It started three months ago and would continue on for another ten. A whole year and a bit on the road with one of the biggest rock bands in the world. From North America to Europe, Asia, Australia, New Zealand, South America, and then back home again. Not all of the family would be on the whole tour. People had lives and children had school and so on.
But tonight they were all here. Just for this. For us. And the celebration of our seven years together. Iโd intended it to be a casual get-together, but this was so much better. Everyone dressed up to the nines and was having the time of their life. Touring was hard work with constant stresses, and we deserved some fun.
โComing through,โ hollered Mal, the blond drummer.
David and I separated to allow the dance line to pass. Because even fancy parties in France needed a dance line, apparently. First came Mal bopping along with his two-year-old son, Tommy, on his shoulders. Followed by five-year-old Gibson and his dad, Ben, the tall, bearded bassist. Behind them came the bandโs lead singer, Jimmy, with his twin girls. They were almost six and would in all likelihood be taking over the planet any day now. Hooray for strong women. Their father couldnโt have been any more delighted with their energy and enthusiasm for life. Jimmy might have been the slick bad boy of the band back in the day, but heโd grown into a good man and a great father.
At the very end of the line was Sam, our head of security. Clad in his usual black suit with a poker face few could match, he nodded briefly as he danced past. โExcuse us, Mrs. Ferris.โ As hard as I tried, I couldnโt get him to call me by my first name.
โNot a problem, Sam.โ
โLovely night.โ
I grinned, saluting them with my drink. โIt sure is.โ
When Tommy noisily demanded to be put down, his father complied. The small child immediately ran past the buffet, swiping several macaroons, before disappearing behind the chaise. This excellent idea was seized upon by all three of the other children, and soon enough, the macaroon tray sat empty and the kids grew increasingly hyper.
โTheyโre going to be on a sugar high for days,โ said David, cozying up to me again.
โLenaโs flying home with the girls tomorrow. Can you imagine all that energy in a confined space?โ
He grunted. โTerrifying.โ
โThatโll be us one day.โ
โIn about five years,โ he agreed, taking a swig from his bottle of beer. Because you could take the rock star to Paris and dress him in a three-piece suit, but he still wouldnโt be sipping champagne. Thank you very much.
โThatโs the plan,โ I said.
โAnd you do like your plans.โ
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