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He grinned. "Me too, bro. Me too."

"I don't think our reputations match reality," I said. "Maybe we should try trashing a few hotel rooms here and there, just to remind people we're actually, you know, badasses."

"I'm pretty sure your idea of trashing a hotel room involves eating the mint off the pillow," he teased.

"Right," I said slowly. "As if I ever get to the mint before Strike." He was known for grabbing them the moment he stepped into the room, even if the hotel left a bowl of them for us. He liked nothing better than stirring us up, just for a giggle.

"We could leave a few pillows on the floor," he said. "That would raise some eyebrows."

I laughed. "I'm starting to think we should hand in our badass rock star cards."

"We could always try a bit harder," he said.

"If we did, all we would do is make more work for Hayley, trying to make up for us doing dumb stuff. She has enough work doing that as it is, without us adding to it on purpose."

"Yeah, but you have to admit the footage of Mel and I on the back of my bike is pretty epic." He grinned.

I grinned back. "Yeah, it is. If you're going to run away with a guy's sister, at least you did it in style."

"I do everything in style," he said.

"Who's doing what in style?" Strike asked as the rest of the guys stepped into the room.

13

Hayley

"Are you going to drink that or use it as a hand warmer?" Ripley teased as she slid into the chair opposite me.

I looked up at her, then down at my coffee. I hadn't taken more than a sip or two. It was probably cold by now. For some reason, it didn't taste very good, and the smell made my stomach churn. Some kind of stomach virus, no doubt.

"It makes a really good hand warmer," I said. After traveling around Europe for the last month, Stockholm felt relatively cold.

"It makes an even better beverage," she pointed out.

"Usually," I agreed. I took a sip and grimaced. Yeah, it was cold and didn't taste very good. Was there anything worse than a virus that made coffee taste bad? Hopefully it would pass quickly.

"I can't remember the last time we sat down for a chat." She sipped her own coffee and nibbled on the side of a donut that looked as appealing as my coffee. "There's always so many people around."

"Tell me about it," I groaned. Every time I got a moment alone with Axel, someone interrupted and we didn't get a chance to talk. Not properly. After the first couple of times, I was resigned to waiting until the tour was over.

By the third time, I realized he might not want to talk to me anyway. I thought he might tell me his decision to my face, but it was what it was. The whole point of telling him about how I was feeling was to give him the chance to walk away. I couldn't really complain if that was what he did.

Sure, it stung that he did it by avoiding me, but I could take a hint.

Being me, I threw myself into work and stayed away from people as much as I could. Which was difficult, given my job involved being with people a lot. Maybe I should consider a career change. Unfortunately, I didn't think being a hermit would pay very well.

"Can you believe it's actually been five weeks since we were in Winnipeg?" she asked.

"Time flies when you're having fun," I said absently.

Five weeks? That long since Axel and I shared that night.

I frowned.

My heart stopped.

How long had it been since I had my last period?

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