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He disappeared off the stage with the rest of the guys in the band, and I wandered back over toward the bar where everyone had been posted before the band had started playing Rule’s rooed ho it out of the bar under his own steairl who had been giving Shaw and ave him a you could do better look when he came up for air, and then found an empty stool by the bar

The thing about heavy-uys in every corner

I spent the next hour fending off couys who looked like they hadn’t seen a shower or a razor in years I was starting to get annoyed and, in turn, nasty when a fas landed ondark eyes as Jet ordered ot water for himself

“Got ditched, did ya? The way those tere looking at each other, I’h the set”

I clicked the tiny shot glass against the riave hiet whatever I wanted “I think Nash had a fight with the tequila and the tequila won”

He laughed and turned to talk to a couple guys anted to congratulate him on the show When he turned back to me, he looked a little embarrassed

“I always think that’s so weird”

I lifted a dark eyebrow and leaned a little closer to hiht clothes circling “Why? You guys are great and obviously people like it”

He tossed back his head and laughed and I noticed for the first tiue

“People, but not you?”

I ured that would explain it all

“Rule sent o pull Rowdy off that chick and help the guys load the van, but if you can chill for, like, thirty, I’ll totally give you a ride”

I didn’t want to seeer I didn’t want to let hiive ain

“Sure That would be nice”

He squeezed hup if just a little touch like that could make me quiver

I turned back to the bar, ordered lass of water, and tried to close my tab I was surprised when the bartender told me it was already taken care of and a little annoyed that I didn’t knoho to thank I swiveled around on the stool and watched closely as people fought their way through a bar full of overly enthusiastic guys and overly obvious girls I wasn’t a saint by any stretch of the iirl illing to degrade herself, to offer herself up for a single night of pleasure, just because Jet looked hot in tight pants

Whatever was happening to ht I was drunk enough—and nore it for now

By the ti interest in a conversation that so’s closet was forcing on enres of metal and why the people who listened to each different kind either sucked or ruled It was all I could do not to shove a stick of gu heavy, boozy fumes all over me

Jet gave the guy a fist bump and hooked a thumb over his shoulder

“Let’s roll, Legs”

I eneric nickname because I had heard variations on it my whole life I was tall, not as tall as his six-two, but I towered over Shaw’s five-three and I did indeed have very long, very nice legs At the moment they were a little wobbly and a little unsteady, but I pulled it together and followed Jet to the parking lot

The rest of the band and Roere piling into a huge Econoline van, and shouting all kinds of interesting things out theat us while they peeled out of the parking lot Jet just shook his head and used the control on his keys to pop the locks on a sleek black Dodge Challenger that looked mean and fast I was surprised when he opened the door for rin, so I folded into the seat and tried to plan roupies and band sluts throwing the I wanted was to be just one more

He turned down thefrom the obviously expensive sound syste a word to me He had found the time to put his shirt back on and it was now covered by an obviously well-loved leather jacket, complete with metal studs and a patch of some band I had never heard of The combination of cute rocker boy, too much tequila, and the heady scent of leather and sas starting to make my head spin I rolled down thea little and watched as the lights of don bled by

“You okay?”

I tilted my head in his direction and noticed the real concern in his dark gaze In the diold circle that rie of his eyes looked just like a divine halo

“Fine I shouldn’t have tried to keep up with Nash for the first hour”