“Vegan Meat will perform tonight as scheduled.”
I looked up to see Chuck standing in my doorway an hour later. I gaped at the man I lusted after like no other before him. “What? How?”
“I know all the songs, so I’ll fill in.” He sat on the edge of my desk and played with one of the Caesar’s Flame CD cases that had been on top of a stack of papers.
I was relieved, but, at the same time, I felt a little guilty. “You sure you want to do this? I mean, I appreciate it, but you’re supposed to be taking time off. You have tons of stuff to do and…”
He reached over and placed a finger against my mouth to shut me up. “Evan, it’s okay. I don’t mind. You know how much I love to sing, and I want Vegan Meat to have every chance of success.”
Chuck was the sweetest man. The fact that he was gorgeous a
