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“And lots of beautiful women.” He looks around like he’s a hungry bear at a buffet.

Gross.

But I don’t care.

I just need to talk to Stevie before he can fuck up any more of my life.

I’ve worked too hard, and put up with too much, for him to blow things up when I’m this close to the finish line.

I also need to message Mick to let him know what’s going on before I delete the app we communicate through off my phone.

I’m so fucking tired of sneaking around.

Two. Months.

I’ve made the decision I’m going to pay that last month on my own, even if it depletes my savings.

My sanity is worth it.

Chapter21

Mick

Now that I’mno longer on the prowl for female companionship, I’m a lot more focused on the music. And since we have today off—and a band meeting to boot—I decide to play “Touch Me” for the guys.

“I like it,” Jonny says, nodding and humming along. “This is good stuff.”

“You write this for the new album or something else?” Sam asks.

I shrug. “I wrote it because the words and melody wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“We should run it past Sasha,” Angus says thoughtfully. “See if releasing another single could give us a boost. Make it available as a bonus track on the album or something.”

“Whatever you guys think.” I pause. “I’d like to try it out live, get a feel for the audience reaction. The problem is that these last shows have been…rough.”

Everyone nods.

The last couple of weeks of the tour have been disappointing. The crowds have been lackluster at best, and we even got booed in Oklahoma City, so there’s been talk about leaving the tour in the next month. I’ve wanted to get the hell away from them from day one, but at the same time, that would mean leaving Taryn, which I don’t want.

“Sasha’s calling.” Angus has a laptop with the biggest screen so he usually takes the video calls, and he turns the monitor so we can all see her.

“Hey, guys, ready to get going?” She’s all business sometimes.

“How’s it going, Sasha?” Jonny calls out. “You’re looking particularly mommy-ish today.”

Her hair is in a ponytail, and she’s probably forgotten about the burp cloth on her shoulder.

She lifts her middle finger in response, yanking the cloth from her shoulder and tossing it aside. “I have three under four. Talk to me when you have a house full of kids.”

We all laugh.

“Okay, so there’s a lot to talk about. Number one—Mick.”

I arch my brows in surprise. “What’s up, boss?”

“I heard from a men’s clothing line called Barely Rockin’. It’s comfortable clothes that look edgy and modern. They saw some comps from your Rock Vibe shoot and want you to do a test shoot with them. They’re offering a decent contract for a year if things work out. I told them that anything you sign has to have conditions built in for the tour, and they’re okay with that. So when we’re done with the group conversation, you and I need to talk privately.”

“Oh, yeah. Thanks.” That came out of nowhere.

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