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"Root beer?" I ask She raises a brow, nods, and pours one froan?" she asks as she slides my drink over to me

The words "he’s my boyfriend" co with the boys for a bit"

Her brows shoot up toward her hairline "Really?"

I nod, taking a sip oftoward the drink

She drops two cherries with stems into it and smiles "I’m Abby" She holds out her hand and I take it She has a firrip I like that

"Kit," I say "So, are you one of the thousands of woan has slept with?" I ask I try to make a flippant sound, but if the look on her face is indication, I fail I don’t really want the answer But then again, I do

She laughs "Honey, I have more respect for myself than that" She looks at me for a moment as she pours someone else a beer with a perfect head "You?"

I feelshe hasn’t slept with hiirl, do I want to" I force a chuckle that I don’t really feel past hs "Hang in there"

I don’t want to be like all the girls

Someone taps the bar in front of her rudely, and she looks up scowling "Don’t ever bang on ain, asshole," she says, but there’s a smile under her words, I can tell

"Oh, co you"

Snickers erupt around the bar He leans over the bar and she stands up on her tiptoes, putting all her weight on her arms, so she can touch her lips to his She points to me "Ford, this is Kit"

Ford looks over at an," Abby explains She shoots him an odd look and he narrows his eyes at her, and then looks over at h

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"It’s about ti his hands together with excitement "Payback’s a bitch," he says Then he saunters off into the crowd

"Ford works with Logan in the front," she explains in between pouring drinks She takes a twenty frouy and presses it down her top I can see the tip of it sticking up froe And so can her custoe?" she asks sweetly He shakes his head, laughs and walks away

"Have you worked here long?" I shout The band is just getting started on the stage, tuning their instru some snippets of er is already shirtless But the crowd see quickly to fill drinks, and the club is getting busier and busier I alo and help her I feel pretty useless sitting on the sidelines like this with nothing to do

"Who’s the band?" I ask, jerking a thus "They’re new"

I hear the beginnings of Free Bird start to play and er across the calluses on e But it can’t be They’re just doing cover songs, anyway But they’re songs that ers twitch and make my heart start to beat faster

I turn around to watch theood But there’s one probleot through their war over the cords Their bassist turns to glare at hi But he can barely stay on his feet He s hiuitarist is pissed I can tell I would be too You don’t mess with the o and take the guitar froan stalks close to me from across the room and stops half way "You ok?" he rins at me, and stays where he can look ht

I twitch for a coan She’s wearing a short skirt and a ski up like they’re stacked on a shelf for people to look at Logan’s eyes ski close to hi to see how he reacts He watches her lips for a moment, and then puts his hands on her shoulders and pushes her back She scowls He takes a step back froht I’d see that happen"

I look over at her "What do you an looks over at lares atsharp to hiaze At least not the kind she was looking for She huffs off

Suddenly, the band’s a to his knees His buddies stop playing and try to stand hi

The crowd starts to shout, pushing toward the stage They are not happy And I can’t say I blaan, and he rolls his eyes as he walks toward the stage The crew staggers the lead guitarist to his feet and lifts the guitar strap over his head, but he’s too wobbly to stand Logan bends, shoves his shoulder into the an winks at me as he walks toward the back of the bar and disappears behind a curtain The band ure out if they can continue or not without their lead guitarist

My fingers twitch and I wiggleto keep away But it’s is wobbly as I walk over, and very nonchalantly step onto the stage My heart is pounding in my ears and I couldn’t utter a sound if I wanted to, uitar, slide the strap over my head, and look at the band members I pull s One of theuitar from me But I start to play before he can

Sweet Child of Mine rolls offthe space, and theboys’ guitar Truth be told, it’s too big forto play or what, boys?" I yell But I don’t stop playing, no , and I do a quick show for thee theer comes toyou can sing," I say with a laugh My blood is surging inme aith it

"Can you be ers as they fly around on the guitar He shakes his head "Never oes back to the mic and says, "We have a surprise for you, folks!" He motions toward uitarist, don’t you think?"

The crowd yells and claps I keep playing, until I wind doeet Child of Mine I stop and look up the lead, grinning "What’s next?" I ask

He raises a brow "Hotel California?" he asks

I nod I was playing that when I was eight But I wait for the drummer to pick up the beat, and then I fall in with it Their bass guitar duels with me for a minute and then we find a rhyth tiot how erI look out over the crowd and see Logan leaning against a post in the middle of the room His arhtly I blow hi Goodness, that boy is pretty He gives me a thumbs up and walks away