It was her brother, Michael. Tall and broad-shouldered, he had dark blond hair and a square jaw – the kind of good looks that had helped make him the rock star he was. That he was also a talented musician had kept him one. He grinned at Sharon.
“So what are you doing out here?” he asked, mischief glinting in his eyes.
“Thinking,” Sharon answered. “What are you doing out here?”
“Came looking for you,” Michael said. “Thought we could do a little jamming. And… I noticed your boss was out here, too.”
Sharon glared at him. “And so what? We had some work issues to work out.”
“Such as I can’t talk about them because they’re work issues.” Sharon snorted.
Michael frowned suddenly. “We’re not, you know, going to blow up or anything, are we?”
“Not this time,” Sharon said. “You know, I can take care of myself. You didn’t have to play protective watch-dog yesterday afternoon. And besides, he is only my boss.”
“I only worry about you because I care.”
“I know you do, Michael, but I’d really rather you stayed out of my love life. Or what you think is my love life.”
Michael guffawed. “Like you stay out of mine? Come on. I know you were coaching Inez.”
Sharon snorted again, but this time because she knew Michael was right.
“Come on,” she said, taking his arm. “Let’s go jam.”