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I looked over, and sure enough, the bass player was standing extra close to the model.
Great.
“Tell Ronin to back off until the party is over tonight. Then he can do whatever the fuck he wants. As long as he’s discreet.”
“Don’t worry about it. Everyone’ll just assume we’re having a threesome. We’re rock stars, after all.”
I all but dragged Brodie to the farthest corner of the room.
“Have you… wait, that’s none of my business.”
What the hell was going on with me? I’d never been the possessive type before, and I was about to make an ass of myself.
I stepped around Brodie, but he held firm.
“Have I what? Slept with Ronin? Or anyone in the band? No. We made a promise to each other years ago, and we’ve stuck to it.”
The relief I felt was immediate.
“That’s not to say we haven’t enjoyed watching each other from time to time.”
That statement had me curious and curiously aroused.
“I’m gonna need a drink,” I bit out, and Brodie finally let go.
His laughter followed me out of the room.
CHAPTER18
BRODIE
SHOWTIME
Istood in the wings, watching Nate and his band amping up the hometown crowd and filling the theater with a shitload of energy.
He’d confided in me about the contract from Bandit, and I couldn’t be happier for him and the rest of the band.
For them and for us.
Having Killmine on tour next year would be an exciting ride and, hopefully, a successful one. These guys loved to party, for sure, but they also knew their shit.
I listened to Nate’s impressive vocal range as he and Otis played off each other, sharing the mic for a while. When Nate finished up the song, he and the rest of the band took a well-deserved bow—several of them.
Greg Haddley was a pain in the ass, but he knew talent and drive when he saw it. Signing this band was a very smart move.
And so was this concert.
So far, everything tonight had gone off without a problem. The power was working, the sound was amazing, the fans were screaming, and the energy was unleashing.
I paced back and forth in the wings, walking off my pre-concert nerves.
And they were high.
But mostly, I was filled with heady anticipation. Performing was in my blood, and there was nothing that could equal it.
Well, maybe a few things. Sex was right up there.
Speaking of sex, I turned to find the object of my desire standing behind me, watching me.
