“Two minutes!” the young woman blurted frantically. “We’ve been looking for you everywhere!”
Duncan grimaced then laughed as Jake ran his hands through his hair, trying to calm down so the erection pressing against his zipper would fade. It was damned uncomfortable. Then he smiled at Duncan. Both men could feel Emma’s puzzlement and faint embarrassment. “Gotta show to do!” Duncan said, getting up from the couch. He turned and reached down to Jake, not bothering to hide his arousal from his friend. Jake hoped Duncan’s hard-on would subside before he had to go onstage. He didn’t relish finding yet another ode-to-Duncan’s-cock video on YouTube. Catching Jake’s thoughts, Duncan winked. “Come on, man, you’ve got stuff to do, too.”
Jake smiled at his best friend and took his hand.
Chapter 3
Over the next two weeks, Emma tried to get used to sensing Jake and Duncan. It wasn’t easy. Duncan was on tour, performing almost every night, and she always knew when he was on stage. The adrenaline rush of the concerts made it difficult for her to sleep, and she felt herself getting more and more tired as the days went by. She had to get up and go to work while Duncan and Jake got to sleep in after a show. It was difficult to adjust, especially with all the questions she had about what the future would bring, but still, the two weeks to the concert at Madison Square Garden where Julie won front row tickets passed quickly. Emma felt weird knowing that two other people knew what she was doing, thinking, feeling at any given moment but reassured herself that they couldn’t possibly spend all their time peeking in on her any more than she could spend all her time peeking in on them. It took concentration and focus to really understand what was happening in their lives, to hear complete conversations rather than just receive random impressions. Even as she got used to it, none of it was quite real to her. If it wasn’t for the marks on her arms, she would think she was imagining everything. Julie, on the other hand, spazzed out every time Emma casually mentioned anything having to do with Duncan or Jake. It made for some awkward conversations.
“Yeah, Duncan tripped the other day and fell against a piece of equipment,” Emma was saying at lunchtime when Julie casually mentioned the bandage Duncan sported at the previous night’s concert. Many of the fans were speculating on the nature of the injury since the bandage was on Duncan’s neck. Julie squealed when Emma revealed her knowledge, making her wince. Emma didn’t even realize that she knew how Duncan had hurt himself until Julie began talking about it. Emma explained this to Julie.
“Holy shit, Emma, that’s incredible! How do you know? Did you have another dream?”
“Julie, please, you can’t tell anyone! I’m sure Duncan and Jake don’t want their private lives exposed for everyone to see.” Emma looked around, hoping no one else could hear their conversation.
Julie looked at her friend then nodded. “I understand. You’re my best friend, don’t worry. I wouldn’t do anything to mess things up. It’s just so exciting! I’ve been crushing on Duncan for years, and here you are with a private line into his head. And he’s hot. Like seriously hot.”
Emma smiled at Julie’s enthusiasm. She couldn’t blame the other woman. She’d seen interviews and internet footage of Duncan being mobbed by fans, most of them screaming women. “I know, I remember you rhapsodizing about him when his first album came out. And no, it wasn’t a dream. It’s like, I just knew. I wasn’t there and I don’t remember what happened, but you mentioned it and suddenly I had the answer. It’s really freaking weird, actually. I don’t know if I like knowing these things about total strangers.”
“But they’re not strangers! We know a lot about Duncan and even Jake,” Julie burst out, grinning. “I mean, they’ve been on a zillion interviews together and stuff.”
“Yeah, but that’s not their real life.” Emma paused. “I mean, it is, but it isn’t who they are when they’re done for the day and eating dinner. Or right when they wake up. The guy you see on TV is the public persona, the celebrity. The guys I know are the ones who forget to pick up their socks and leave pizza boxes on the counter overnight.” She shook her head. “I don’t even know if this is real! I mean, it feels real, but this is crazy!”
“Emma, it’s real, believe me,” Julie began to say, taking a bite of her lunch, only to stop chewing when Emma sighed and put her sandwich back down without taking a bite.
“Is it? Really? How do I know? It’s not like I can just call either of them up. I don’t have their phone number. They don’t have mine. For all I know, this is completely one-sided. And aside from the initial buzz about ‘mysterious tattoos,’” Emma crooked her fingers in air-quote fashion, “we haven’t seen anything lately on the news about this bonding thing.” She ran her fingers through her hair.
Julie swallowed her last bite and winked at Emma. “It’s real. I know it is. I stalk Duncan on YouTube, and for the past few weeks he’s been wearing long sleeves. Why would he do that if not to hide something?”
Emma laughed. “Seriously? You’re basing my mental coherence on whether or not Duncan Green wears long sleeves?”
Julie laughed, too. “Yeah. The man almost never wears long sleeved shirts, and now all of a sudden he’s covering up? I don’t buy it. More importantly, most of his fans don’t buy it either.”
“So what do they think is going on?” Emma asked, picking up her sandwich again. She was losing weight, stressed from lack of sleep and the constant sensation of worry over the bonding thing. That was pretty much the only positive thing that had come out of this situation.
I could stand to lose a few pounds, she thought then blushed as she felt Jake and Duncan in her head, vehemently denying that she needed to lose weight.
She heard Duncan murmur something about liking curvy women before they faded into the back of her consciousness. She forced herself to take a bite, ignoring the strange look Julie sent her way. She chewed carefully and swallowed before speaking again. “Where do you read this stuff, anyway?”
“There are a lot of fan message boards and blogs. And most of the fans think he’s got a new tattoo. Strangely, no one seems to have noticed that Jake is wearing long sleeves, too, or put two and two together about the bonding tattoo thing.” Julie shook her head. “Honestly, I don’t get it. It’s obvious to me what’s going on.”
Emma grinned. “It’s only obvious because you’re my friend and I’m going insane.”
“You’re not going insane!” Julie snickered. “You were already insane.” Emma smiled and finished her lunch, swallowing the last bite just as the sound of a commotion suddenly filtered through the closed door of the office. Emma looked up, frowning while Julie walked to the door and opened it. The library was noisier than it should be during lunch hour. Sure, some students came to check books in and out, but Portia was usually able to handle any mischief so Emma and Julie could eat their lunch in peace. Right now, though, it sounded like there was a mob out there. Emma stood up to see what was happening.
“I can’t help it! It hurts,” a girl was saying, clutching her arm and crying. A boy stood near her, trying to touch her shoulder, but Portia kept him away from the girl. Both kids looked like they were in pain, the boy grimacing and rubbing his temples as though he had a massive headache.
Emma felt a sympathetic stab in her own head. The headaches she’d been getting were better the past few days, but not completely gone. She frowned as she walked out of the office. “What’s happening, Portia?”