Page 95 of Living on the Edge

“I don’t think that’s a good enough reason to stay with someone.”

“Like I said, I stay for the orgasms.”

We finish up and head back to the VIP area where Angus is still talking with Callum.

And neither of them looks happy.

“I was just explaining to your boyfriend that his daddy’s money can’t buy everything. Like a good spot in the lineup tonight. Sometimes skill and talent trumps money.”

I blink, staring at him blandly. “Tell me you have a small penis without telling me you have a small penis.”

Taryn snorts into her hand and Callum shoots her a dirty look.

“You should keep better control of your woman,” he snarls at Angus.

“You should keep better control of your mouth,” he shoots back.

“You want a piece of me?” Callum steps forward, puffing out his chest.

“No one wants a piece of you.” Jonny appears out of nowhere, standing shoulder to shoulder with Angus. “But I’m happy to take a few swings at your ugly mug.”

“Oh, look, it’ll take two of you?”

“Not at all.” Angus takes another step forward. “Go on. Take your shot. I’m right here.”

“Gentlemen.” A well-known entertainment reporter from L.A. approaches our little cluster knowingly. “Could I get a picture of the three of you? I’m covering the event. I’m trying to get shots of guys from different bands hanging out.”

There’s no doubt in my mind that’s a lie, but Thaddeus Larkin has been around the block a few times. I’m positive he sees what’s going on and this is a diversion so things don’t get ugly, and I’m grateful for it.

“Sure.” Jonny turns and obligingly puts an arm around Angus’s shoulder. Callum pastes a fake smile on his face. The three of them actually look like they’re in pain—that’s going to be the worst shot ever.

Thaddeus takes a handful of photos, then asks Taryn to take one of him with the guys. They start talking shop, and Callum immediately dominates the conversation, eventually giving Angus and Jonny an excuse to slip away.

“Fuck that asshole,” Jonny mutters.

“He’s awful,” I say. “I don’t know how she stays with him.” I keep the size of his penis to myself.

“Thanks for having my back,” Angus says quietly.

Jonny stops and turns to him. “See, that’s the difference between us. I consider you my brother. You fucked up, big-time, but when the chips are down, you always have your brother’s back. I’m pissed at you, but I’ll always have your back.” And with that, he turns and stomps in the other direction.

“You should go after him,” I say softly.

“No.” He shakes his head. “Not here, with so many people watching and listening. The media is everywhere.”

“Yes,” I say, chuckling, “we are.”

He smiles down at me. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“What?” I frown. “The thing with Callum? He’s a condescending jerk. You have nothing to be sorry for. He started it.”

“But I was willing to finish it.”

“Sometimes you need to punch the shit out of someone, when they’re particularly douchey.”

“Still. Not professional.”

“Ah, this is rock and roll. You probably have a little leeway.”

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