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??I do.” God, did she ever.
“I knew he wasn’t forever, but sometimes…sometimes it doesn’t matter.”
“No. It doesn’t.”
“And he seemed to like me. He told me I was pretty.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“Not more beautiful than that groupie.” Elle sat up straighter and rubbed at the mascara gathering under her eyes. “He was only alone for half a night. Am I really that forgettable?”
“No. He’s that much of a jackass.” Denver cupped Elle’s cheek in her hand and blotted up her tears with her thumb. “Any guy who’ll cheat on you isn’t worth a single tear.”
And she’d thought Ryan would do that to her. That he could. Though it wasn’t cheating because they weren’t truly together. They couldn’t be.
Even if it sure as hell felt like they were.
“I know that. Logically. But I’m just tired of being alone. It’s been so long since I’ve had someone in my life. The guys I used to know…”
“What?”
“I can’t go back to that life. To those people.” Elle’s lower lip wobbled. “So it was like starting all over again. No real friends. No one to lean on. Just my brother, and he’s so far away and he has his own family now. It’s just me, and I’m all alone.”
“Hey, you listen here. You aren’t alone at all. Everyone in this band is your family. You know that damn well.”
Elle smiled through her tears. “Even Molly?”
“Even her.”
“My brother slept with her sister. I read that in a tabloid once.”
“Thanks for sharing.”
Elle’s smile deepened until a dimple winked at the corner of her mouth. “Bands are so incestuous. Normally anyway. No one hooks up in ours.”
Denver hummed to herself mentally as she smiled and nodded. Technically, she wasn’t part of the band. Staff didn’t count.
“Well, Randy hooked up with Jules. So I guess that counts? Sort of. The tech crew is kind of close to the band itself.”
And denied.
“Not that I’d want to sleep with any of these freaks. They’re like my brothers.”
“Even Mal?”
At once, her face closed down and her eyes shuttered. “No. He’s just the jerk who only speaks to me long enough to say rude things.”
“He attacked K-Jer—um, Kurt. I mean, he flew at the dude. I couldn’t get back there fast enough to stop Mal from whaling on him. He pounded on him like a slab of beef. He was so pissed at him for screwing around on you.”
Elle sniffled. “Nah. He probably just wanted to beat on someone for liking me.”
“No, Elle, he was furious for you. The stuff he said—if I hadn’t been there, he might’ve killed the guy for hurting you.”
Elle picked at a loose thread on her jeans. “He couldn’t care less if I get hurt. Haven’t you heard how he speaks to me? He treats me like he thinks I’m nothing.”
No, he treats you like he has a thing for you, and he’s sixteen instead of twenty-six.
