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“Sorry, I can’t, but you can tell me about yours.”

She hesitated.

He kissed her chin, her jaw.

“I never met him,” she whispered, as if the words frightened her.

“Never?”

“No. He seduced my mom, knocked her up. As soon as he found out she was pregnant, he split.”

Jace released a huff of air. “Lucky you.”

“You didn’t have a good relationship with your father? Is that why you killed him?”

He kissed her gently, hoping to distract her. He didn’t like to think about his father, much less talk about him. As his lips caressed her jaw and throat, she melted beneath him. So receptive. So wonderful. So understanding and accepting. He knew he’d never find another woman like her. Knew she’d be gone as soon as she figured out what kind of man she’d mixed herself up with. He wished he was worthy of her. He also wished he wasn’t so physically weak and tired. The spirit was willing. The body wanted to curl into the fetal position and pass out from exhaustion.

“You’re tired,” she murmured.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been a good lover to you lately.”

“Not true.”

He yawned. “I’ll make it up to you when I’m back on my feet.”

“I have no doubt that you will.”

“Anything you want to do, I’m game. I promise.”

His body sank into hers as his strength waned.

She chuckled. Just before he drifted back to sleep, he heard her murmur, “You don’t want to promise that, sugar. I have some pretty unusual tastes.”

Chapter 30

Aggie searched the medicine cabinet for some aspirin. She needed to remember that drinking wasn’t a contest. Especially when in competition with big guys like Sedric Lionheart.

“Will you hurry up in there?” Jon said from the corridor.

She swallowed several painkillers and slid the bathroom door open. “All yours.”

“About time. Tell me something, Aggie, why do you and your little boyfriend get the bed while I’m stuck sleeping on the hard sofa?”

“Jace is injured. He needs a comfortable place to recover.”

“You two should have stayed in LA. I don’t even know why he’s here. Doesn’t he get it? I’m back. There’s no way in hell I’ll ever let him take my place again.”

Aggie crossed her arms over her chest. “I thought you were the spare.”

“You thought wrong. I’m the original. He’s a bad copy. A fake. A wannabe.”

Aggie was certain Jace’s position in the band was secure. At least she hoped it was. If he lost his music because he’d gotten himself shot trying to protect her, she’d never forgive herself.

“Where did you get this hideous necklace?” Jon lifted the heart-shaped pendant from between her br**sts. “Did Jace pick it out for you?”

“My mother gave it to me,” she said, snatching it out of his hand. “Don’t touch things that don’t belong to you.”

“I’ll touch anything I damn well please.”

She didn’t expect him to grab her. Kiss her. Ugh! Arms pinned to her sides, she struggled for release. Why was he so strong? A hand appeared from the top curtained bunk behind Jon and grabbed him by the collar. “Let go of her, dipshit,” Eric said.

As soon as Jon released her arms, she slapped him across the face.

Jon covered the red handprint on his cheek with one hand. “You f**kin’ bitch.” He lunged toward her.

Eric jerked Jon’s collar, and he stumbled backward. “You deserved that. Leave her alone.”

“What? Do you need to protect your new best friend’s little whore?”

Eric shoved him, and he stumbled into Aggie. “I should have never suggested you stand in for Jace. Why don’t you just go home?”

Damn, Jace needed to hear this. He probably wouldn’t believe her if she told him.

Jon burst into laughter. “Good one, Eric.” He swaggered into the bathroom and slid the door shut with more force than necessary.

Eric muttered under his breath, punched his pillow a couple of times, and turned to face the wall in his bunk. Aggie approached him and poked him in the back.

“Trying to sleep here,” he grumbled.

“Thank you,” she whispered loudly.

He peeked at her over his shoulder and grinned. “No problem.” He scooted over in his bunk. “Room for you up here, if you’d like to offer a more personal thank you.”

“Hmm,” she murmured. “As soon as I get a new whip, I’ll be sure to show you my gratitude.”

He chuckled. “If you didn’t scare the shit out of me, I might take you up on that offer, gorgeous.” He turned back to face the wall and pulled his covers up to his chin.

She drank a large glass of water from the kitchen sink. Her head throbbed like Eric’s bass drum. Jon exited the bathroom. As he passed her, he lifted his fist as if to hit her and then laughed when she flinched.

“You ain’t so tough.”

If he didn’t quit f**king with her, she was going to show him tough. “Would you like me to kick your ass in front of your friends? I’d be more than happy to oblige.”

“Whatever.” He wandered back to the couch, and when he laid down made a big, pissy show of its lack of comfort.

She hoped Jace recovered soon so they could get rid of this ass, if for no other reason. She liked the other guys in the band and was even growing attached to Eric, who she hadn’t understood at first. Jon? She wondered whether anyone would care if she accidently threw him out of the bus and over a bridge.

***

Even crossing the Canadian border was an adventure with Sinners. Aggie couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed so hard.

Eric marched up and down the bus aisle like a British soldier, using a drumstick as a baton as he sang at the top of his lungs. “O Canada! O Canada! How friggin’ cold are thee!”

“Sit down, Eric,” Sed demanded.

“O Canada! O Canada! A population of twenty-three!”

“Eric! I said sit.”

Aggie clutched her abdomen to keep her spleen from rupturing in her hysterics.

“O Canada! O Canada! At least you have some trees!”

“Eric!” Sed tackled him into a captain’s chair. “Wait until we’re across the border. Do you want us to get searched again?”

“Trey always enjoys the body cavity search,” Eric said.

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