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Prologue
Lola
I didn't remember falling asleep.
I sure as shit remembered waking up.
The voices were hoarse, gritty sounds that made it clear they were trying to keep
the volume low. Cracking my eyes open, I regretted my decision instantly. Fuck, I
hissed, rolling onto my side. Had someone been punching my skull all night?
Tenderly feeling the side of my neck, I pushed my face into the sweaty blankets. No,
not punched. I was tossed around by those asshole security guards. Digging through
the slowly clearing fog in my head was torturous. Alcohol and sneering dickheads
were bad enough, but it was something else that invaded my brain.
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Even when I first wake up, he's haunting me. Grimacing, I pushed my face into the
pillow harder. Is that what I'm dealing with now? Instantly remembering his eyes,
his smell, as soon as I regain consciousness?
Could I get no peace from Drezden Halifax?
Someone was shouting. Tugging the cloth off my eyes, I dared to look around my tiny
bunk. Light was struggling to break through the tinted window on the wall above me.
It must be early, we haven't started driving yet. I was glad for that. Especially
when I sat up and everything spun in my stomach.
Groaning, I held my forehead. My whole head heavy as a bowling ball. Hanging it
between my knees, I felt the rough bandages on my elbows when they touched my bare
thighs. That reminded me of Drezden's fingers, callused and firm. How they'd held me
still while he administered the burning medicine to my shallow cuts.
Reaching over, I touched one of the bandages. He was so tender, so insistent when he
fixed me up. Blushing furiously, my eyes darted to the curtain over my door. I
recognized one of the angry voices out there as Drezden himself.
His throaty tone riddled me with goosebumps. Demanding is more fitting than tender.
When he was on top of me in the bathtub, that... Shaking my head cleared the
cobwebs. Stop. Don't think about that right now.
Maybe never.
As if I could help it.
Who could erase a moment like that? His heavy scent in my nose, his hard chest and
wicked smiles turning my insides to cotton candyNo! Ugh, stop it Lola. Just stop.
Scowling at my weakness, I filled my chest with air. It took everything I had to get
on my feet and not vomit.
Brittle as an elderly woman, I slid carefully into a tight blue shirt and the same
jeans from yesterday. I hadn't packed much for the tour, but I hadn't expected to
have to worry about it. As a sweaty grunt moving gear for my brother's band, my
clothes didn't matter.
As the new guitarist for the famous Four and a Half Headstones, well... Maybe I can
get Brenda to pick me up something. Borrowing from her would be no joke; the manager
wore things I'd never think about trying on. Also, her heels were killer.
Sliding the curtain aside, I strained to listen to the still ongoing argument. It
was hard to see much from my angle. Crisp and clean, Brenda's voice rang like a
siren. it's the easiest way! she cried, sounding like she was stomping in place.
Last night wouldn't have happened if they knew who she was, let me put her face out
there!
The problem, Drezden growled, is you hiring assholes who don't know how to do
their job. Even if she had been some drunken fan girl, they roughed her up! That's
not fucking acceptable!
Hearing the rawness in his voice was decadent. It hit a place inside of me so primal
that I shut my eyes and bit my lip. There was no time to argue with myself over my
inappropriate reactions. They were talking about me, about last night.
Shoving into the hall, I stared at the front of the tour bus. Sunlight streamed
through the open roof window, turning Brenda's hair into fire and gold. She was
sitting on a leather seat, one heel kicking into the base of the table occasionally.
Her eyes, thick with makeup, jumped to me.
With his arms in a tight pretzel, Drezden's gaze widened. I didn't know what was
glinting in his green depths, only that it set my skin aflame. Quickly he hid behind
his indifferent squint. The sun highlighted every muscle on his bare shoulders, the
black tanktop exposing him deliciously.
They both watched me, but Brenda spoke first. Lola! You're awake, good. You can
answer this for yourself
She isn't doing it! Drezden snapped, nostrils flaring.
I'm not doing what? My voice was rough. Clearing it, wishing for some waterand a
toothbrushI eyed them both warily. Tell me what's going on.
Brenda smoothed her long crimson hair. Drez told me about last night. My cheeks
went pink as I wondered how much the singer had actually admitted to. Don't worry,
she said suddenly, mistaking the source of my flash of panic. No one got any photos
or anything. Plus, I fired the assholes involved. We'll have new guys for the next
stop, but...
Leaning off the wall, Drezden took a step my way. She wants you to do a photo shoot
before the next show.
Oh! Blinking at his sour frown, I looked to Brenda for an explanation. And why is
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that a bad thing? I'd never done a photo shoot before. Certainly it couldn't be
that hard, let alone worth arguing over.
With a smug look at Drez, the red-head motioned me towards her. Wordless, I sat down
on the other seat. Lola, it's not a bad thing at all. It'll get your name out
there, your face, and hype you up to the fans of the band. Clarifying that Johnny
Muse is gone, you're in, it's all important to help the face of the band. Plus,
things like last night won't be an issue anymore.
Drezden's palm came down, slapping the table between us. Jumping, I grabbed at my
chest, willing my heart to calm down. It's not the photo shoot that's the problem!
It's the time it will take away from practice! Brenda, we have one fucking day
before the show in Colorado, we need every minute we have to make sure Lola is
ready.
And I told you, she huffed, that I can call ahead and squeeze in a chunk of time
tonight! Schedule around it, it'll just be an hour at most.
An hour to take photos, yeah. What about the hour to set up the location, then the
hour to prep her?
Brenda rolled her eyes, lips going white.
Though my heart was still struggling to climb into my mouth, I looked up at Drezden.
Why can't we just do the shoot here on the bus? Then we won't lose all the time
stopping and setting up or whatever.
Reaching across the table, Brenda clasped my hands in hers. Yes! That's perfect! I
can have the photographer climb on our bus, along with the makeup and wardrobe, then
you won't even need to stop practicing until they're ready for you! When we're done,
you can go right back to the music while they pack up and hop out into the car that
will follow us! Lola, you're a genius!
I didn't miss the smug smile she gave Drezden, nor the harsh scowl he answered with.
His eyes, normally so green, were dark as a storm when he glared at me. Fine.
Whatever. Just do whatever to make sure last night never happens again, and that
this show goes smoothly.
Of course I will. She wrinkled her nose. Give me some credit, I've kept things
going for you this far. Shoving from the seat, she brushed past the tall singer and
dug her phone out. I'll make some calls, don't vanish. We'll be on the road in
thirty.
The moment Brenda left the bus, Drezden became a black hole. Alone with him so near
me, my world shrank to a pinprick. His palms touched the table; mine twitched
underneath on my thighs. You shouldn't encourage her. Brenda gets off on every
little win over me. She's ruthless.
My tongue felt heavy with fluid. She's right though. Last night happened because
the security had no clue who I was.
Studying me under lowered eyebrows, Drezden didn't move a wink. Last night happened
because we gave weak people a taste of power. They ran with it, it controlled them.
He was losing me. What does that
Think about it! His voice was as good as a slap. I sat up straighter. Just
because they thought you were some drunken slut looking for a ride My throat
tightened painfully. doesn't excuse what they did! Those assholes should have
escorted you away. Why did they need to go as far as roughing you up?
Nail marks formed in my palms. It took a concentrated effort to calm the muscles in
my forearms. You're only partly right. Drezden tucked his chin, confusion
blooming. They went too far, okay. My cuts and pride will have to agree. But
honestly? If they had just tried to escort me away, it would have turned into a
fight anyway. I wouldn't have just gone away, I wanted inside here.
Drezden considered me, then cracked a smile that melted the strength from my body.
The seat was much more welcome suddenly. You'd have fought them instead of just
going and finding Colt or Porter or even Brenda?
His honest surprise told me how little he really knew me. How could he know? My
history isn't written on a CD like his. There's no way for him to understand what
I've had done to me... and what I've done. Memories of a blacktop behind my middle
school surfaced. Fists that pummeled, my mouth full of blood.
Drezden couldn't tell how much I was a fighter.
That was probably for the best.
It doesn't matter. Scrunching my shoulders to my ears, I started to slide from the
seat. You said you wanted to practice.
You should eat first. Sighing, like something had exasperated him, he twisted
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towards the line of cupboards on the bus wall. I wish we had more, we haven't
stocked up in a while. I'll remind Brenda. Think you can stomach some plain bagels?
In the filtered sunlight through the open roof, I watched the back of his head. Then
without meaning to, my eyes drifted down his spine. The rows of muscles barely
hidden by his tight shirt were like train tracks on a course to my destruction. He
was... beautiful. Why did someone so intimidating have to be so easy on the eyes?
Bagels are fine, sure.
Together we sat at the small table, eating stale breakfast. It was oddly normal. I
didn't remember the last time I ate so casually with anyone, not even my brother.
Life was always so busy... the luxury of seated meals novel.
Picking apart the bagel, I stared at Drezden's profile in the golden glow. His jaw
and nose were strong, sharp enough to cut butterfly wings. It was a face I'd seen so
many times in magazines or blogsites, but in person, it served to remind me of where
I was. I hadn't gotten over how, yesterday morning, I'd woken up with a tight neck
on the hard seat of my brother's busted up tour bus.
How much things have changed. The bite of bagel was dry in my mouth. I'd inevitably
found my mind wandering to last night. Drezden, the bathroom, the tub... I reached
over, itching at the bandage on my elbow.
Craning his neck, his hard green eyes locked onto what I'd just done. Do they hurt
today?
Tingles of pink rolled up my face. Taking a swig from the bottle of water he'd found
for me, I wiped my mouth, stalling. No, they'reI'm fine. Don't worry about it. I'm
tougher than you think.
I think, he whispered, that we went over that last night. His slow smirk was as
tangible as fingers running over my thighs.
Squeezing my knees together, I fought down a wave ofwhat? Lust, fear, why can't I
tell the difference? Could we not talk about that?
Which part?
All the parts, I muttered. Tossing the rest of my bagel in the trash, I glanced
towards the back of the bus.
Drezden read my mind. If you're worried about the band finding out, don't be.
Brenda won't say anything to them.
Sucking in a slow breath hardly calmed me at all. Okay, it's just... the
aftermath. Ugh, even talking about the incident in the tub was making my skull
throb. Other parts of me as well.
Something touched my ankle under the table. It took me a second to realize the hard
material was Drezden's boot. What about the aftermath?
My poker face was the worst. Widening my eyes till they ached, I watched him without
blinking. How could he look so smug? Did he not care if they found out? I'd been
around enough band drama to know that shit like last night never ended well. It only
took one rumoror one realityto start a scandal or tarnish a name.
This band is my opportunity. No way I'll risk that. I don't even fucking know what
I'd be risking it for. Drezden's eyes were a slithering world of dark promises.
Listen, I started to say.
He pulled his foot away. It left me emptier somehow. Lola, I'm not a fucking
moron. There, that was the harsh side of the singer that I'd seen so much of in
just a day. It wasn't comforting, but it left me feeling less of a mushy mess. I'm
not going to say word one to Porter or Colt, or anyone.
The flutter in my heart died. His words were supposed to reassure me. Instead, they
left me stiff and aching with a frustration I couldn't express. He thinks that what
happened is something that needs to be hidden. He's right. Why does that hurt to
hear? Squeezing my water bottle, I jumped into the aisle. Then we're on the same
page. Fine. I need to go talk to my brother. Not giving him a chance to argue, I
skipped down the bus steps.
I did need to talk to Sean, but I hadn't been planning it. I just needed to escape
from Drezden and his cloying existence. The parking lot of the Griffin was packed
with cars, over-nighters. Finding Barbed Fire's bus didn't take me that long.
Debating calling him first, I instead just clomped up to the door and pushed. It
opened easily, revealing Shark at the wheel. He startled at the sight of me. Lola!
You scared me, shit!
Sorry. His genuine shock made me smile. A tug of sad nostalgia hit me. No, it's
too soon for that. I only started this journey yesterday. There's time to feel
wistful for this bus and the band later. Is my brother in here?
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Actually, a voice said behind me. Spinning, I looked eye to eye with Sean. He wore
a gentle smile, a tray of coffee cups in his hands. I went to get drinks for the
guys. I got an extra, want it?
Taking the cup, I felt the heat sinking through the foam. Thanks. Uh, I thought
we'd catch up before everyone takes off for the day.
Sean lifted the tray, shoving it at Shark. He took it with confusion. Hand those
out, he explained. I'm going for a walk with Lola.
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