Chapter Ten
As she gazed past the bustling festival crowd, Thea realized that she was worrying her bottom lip with her teeth and stopped. She didn’t care if Greg caught her staring at Jake, but she’d be damned if she let Jake catch her looking at him like some moonstruck groupie.
She had spotted him on the main stage as she and Greg approached. Jake was wearing tight jeans, a sage-colored T-shirt with the band logo and worn boots. The two other band members were dressed the same, but Jake filled it out better. He was moving some equipment around as he finished the setup, the muscles of his back rippling beneath his shirt.
“Will we have to stand up?” Greg asked in disbelief.
The venue was already crowded, with people on blankets right up next to the stage and others in camp chairs behin
