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“I came to apologize,” Kieran murmurs, drawing my attention back to him with the brush of his finger under my chin.
I raise a brow, pulling harder on his hair. He grunts, rolling his eyes back when his boner throbs against my stomach. Interesting….
“For what?” I say with confusion, ignoring the butterflies fluttering in my guts.
Stupid butterflies. Just shoo now. I don’t have time for shitty feelings.
“For being an asshole after the show,” he whispers with pleading eyes. “I didn’t know…it was you.” He attempts to shake his head, but my fingers tighten, restricting his movements.
“He also wanted to say how sorry he was for not giving you the orgasm you deserved,” Rad hums in a quiet voice, almost so low I don’t hear the desire dripping from his words.
But I do. It’s the same gut-turning feeling twisting my insides when I peek at him. My hero. My fucking saint. Stepping closer, he’s a breath away. A kiss away. No! A punch away. His warmth brushes across my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Every inch of me heats to lava levels.
Stupid, complicated hormones. We’re done with bands! Done with guys like this.
I jerk back, narrowing my eyes thick with suspicion. Gritting my teeth, I curse myself. Why these guys? Huh? Why does it have to be them? Why can’t it be like some nice guy down the road with a good family who wants a healthy relationship?
This whole situation screams my ex, Donavon Drake. All over again. Why can’t I have some nice fella who treats me right and doesn’t look at me like I’m their next sex pet? This whole thing will lead to one big, fucking colossal disaster. And they’re the damn bomb exploding in the middle. I close my eyes and take several deep breaths and count to ten. If I could afford therapy, I’d have a therapist on speed dial ready to hear the chaos ruling my brain.
“Rad,” Kieran hisses between his teeth, grunting as he pulls against my grip. “Don’t make it fucking worse, idiot,” He curses under his breath when the man, firmly known as Rad, signs his death warrant.
I narrow my eyes when the warmth of a finger hovers above my cheek.
“You touch me with that finger you want to stroke my face with, and I’ll bite it off. I’m like that llama—no touchy-touchy. I don’t even know you,” I grit out, eyeing the offending finger like a damn Twinkie. Bring it closer, drummer boy, and you won’t be playing with your sticks or dicks any time soon.
“We came for the check you owe us,” Ash demands, cutting through the invisible rope of sexual tension hovering above me.
Pushing off the wall, Ash marches toward me with an odd sense of determination. His angular face hardens, and his hazel eyes narrow—my nose wrinkles when he catches Callum’s attention and nods in my direction. The tigers are on the prowl, ready to pounce on innocent little me. Callum’s eyes roll toward the ceiling at Ash’s demand. Placing the record back, he heaves a sigh and follows his leader like the baby duck he is, shoving his hands in his pocket. His gray eyes avoid mine, looking anywhere but at me.
“I paid you,” I tsk, shaking my head. “And how did you find me? Do I seriously need to change my address and name?” Shit. I need a security guard or something if these douche canoes are going to be hanging around. Or someone to guard me against doing something stupid, like fucking Kieran again.
“We went to the bar. The cook said you’d be here,” Ash says with a calculating eye.
Leon is fucking dead to me. Dead! Gone. I’ll dig his grave myself. Ugh! He probably cackled to himself after they left. Oh, yeah. Real fun. Send them to River so she can stress even more on her first day of classes.
“We came so I could apologize for being an asshole,” Kieran grunts when my fingers tighten to unimaginable levels, pulling him with my movements.
Rad snorts, pulling my attention to him, and pulls out a crinkled paper from his pocket. His nose wrinkles as he straightens out the crumbled paper on the counter's edge and then holds it in the air with pride. A slight smirk pulls at the edge of his lips when his dark eyes meet mine. My brows furrow when he puts it in front of my face, letting me read the messy print, and it all clicks.
My eyes widen when I read the words etched into the check repeatedly. And finally… I fuckin lose it. A laugh sputters from my lips, and I lose my grip on Kieran and spin around toward the cabinet. Through my fit of laughter, I carefully shut my knife and shove it into my pocket. My husky laugh bounces off the walls and fills the space until I’m practically crying.
“It’s not really that funny,” Ash says from in front of me with a rigid tone, eyes watching my every move.
“It’s kind of funny, dude,” Rad says through a chuckle, covering his mouth with his black-painted fingernails.
I stand straight up, feeling the tips of Kieran’s fingers brush against my bare legs. Damn, what a day to wear ripped short shorts. Goosebumps erupt, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. This time I don’t bother telling him not to touch me. He has enormous balls of steel after I held a knife to his nuts and told him to fuck off. I’ll give him a little inch. Now let’s see if he takes a mile.
“Come by the bar tonight. I can rewrite this for you,” I say, snorting and wiping the tears from my eyes.
“Tonight?” Ash asks, scrunching up his face. “Jesus, you’re working tonight too?”
I snort again, shoving the stupid check into my shorts pocket, and shrug. “A girl's gotta eat, Ash. So, yeah, definitely working both jobs today. Like most days.” I shrug, swallowing hard when Kieran’s hand rests on my leg.
“Wait!” Rad yells with an excited clap, bouncing on his toes. I startle, looking at him with a scathing look. But his joy overtakes everything, and he grins so big the sun shines off his pearly whites. “Sorcha is playing tonight! Isn’t she?” His eyes widen with glee. Even making Ash’s face go slack as they all look to me for confirmation.
“Yes. Sorcha is playing. There’s a cover charge, and it’s higher than yours.” I give a sharp nod, trying to tamp down my excitement.
Sorcha has the hottest touring independent band in the country. And tonight only, she’s stopping at our little bar to play for a room full of her Midwestern fans—me included. It took months and months of back and forth, but I finally snagged a date for her all-woman band to perform. Not only will I see my fucking idol, but she’ll bring lots of money to line my pockets.
