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Stone smirked, and Denver’s gaze rose to the ceiling.
“Denver does a Stevie Nicks impression.” It was Axel who answered from his place behind my shoulder. “It’s amazing. I haven’t seen it in over five years, and I wanted him to do it, but he wouldn’t.”
“Why not?” I asked.
Denver didn’t answer, so Neal spoke. “Denver is kind of religious about Stevie Nicks.”
I raised my eyebrows, and Denver said, “Stevie Nicks is the ultimate woman. I’ve been in love with her my whole life. Every time I do the impression, I feel like she can somehow see me. It just feels wrong.”
“It’s the best impression ever,” Axel said fervently. “And we couldn’t sleep, and we’re cooped up on this bus, and I kept bugging him to do it. And finally we decided that if I streaked, he’d agree. I think it was Neal’s idea.”
“It was definitely Stone’s,” Neal argued.
Stone scowled, but said, “Yeah, it was probably me.”
I put my fingertips to my temples. “My god, the stupidity of this. You’re all this idiotic when you’re sober?”
“Unfortunately, yes,” Axel said.
I turned to look at him again, the sight of all that perfect skin too much for my eyes. “Please put your clothes on,” I snapped.
He shrugged, a smile tugging his mouth. “I would, but you’re looking.”
I huffed and turned my back all the way, and I heard him moving behind me, putting on the sweatpants. I could feel my pulse hammering in my throat. “It could have derailed the tour. He could have been arrested,” I said, feeling the need to chide them one more time.
“I almost have been, a few times,” Axel said behind me.
“What?” I turned as he came around in front of me again. He had the pants on, and he was holding his T-shirt in his hands. I did not, absolutely didnotstare at the fascinating spot where his lower stomach dipped below his waistband as he put the shirt on. “So you won the dare, then.”
“I did.” Axel turned to Denver, looking proud of himself. “Two full minutes, Gilchrist. I did it.”
“Ah, fuck,” Denver said.
“Let’s hear it,” Stone prompted him.
I stayed put and crossed my arms over my chest. “Yes, let’s hear it. I think I’m owed this amazing impression, too, considering what you all just subjected me to. It better be good.”
“I hate doing this,” Denver said. “Just for the record.” He lifted his gaze to the ceiling again. “Stevie, forgive me.”
“Quit stalling and do it,” Neal said.
Denver closed his eyes for a second, preparing himself, and then he took a breath and began.
He sang all of “Rhiannon,” from beginning to end.
And damn it, I had to admit that Axel was right. There was nothing like Denver Gilchrist singing “Rhiannon.” It was brilliant and utterly ridiculous at the same time. Sublimely goofy. Completely shameless. I was crying tears of laughter by the end.
So, okay—Axel could have been arrested.
It would have been worth it.
TWENTY
Axel
“Did I agree to this?” I asked, leaning back. “Or was it blackmail?”
“Stop complaining.” Brit turned the water on. “It’s just a haircut.”
