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and walked
up to him casually, as if men waited around vehicles hoping I would show up all
the time.
    “Hey,” he said, his smile so
adorably vibrant that I thought I would melt. He was wearing a sleeveless black
shirt and a pair of leather pants. It wasn’t his usual get-up, but boy was it a
look I could get used to. The line of his strong thigh sent a shiver down my
spine.
    ‘ His face is up there ,’ I reminded myself. But I could tell from the
look on his face I was too late. He had already caught me being a creep, and it
seemed like he liked it.
    “Hey,” I said back, trying
to sound nonchalant. “What are you doing here?”
    “Well, considering you never
returned my texts or calls, I guess I’m just stalking you,” he laughed. The
bright sheen in his chocolate eyes shot through my body and down into my core,
he was that delicious.
    “Oh, yeah,” I started,
trying to figure out how to explain myself. I could feel the familiar creeping
blush come over the tips of my ears and I cursed myself internally. “Um, some
stuff came up with our van and the band and stuff...sorry, I meant to call you
back.”
    ‘ You’re a liar and he knows it. ’
    “Oh, I’m so sorry,” Aamir said, a look of genuine concern crossing his face.
“Is everything alright?”
    “Yeah,” I started, but when
I saw the touch of sympathy in his eyes, I couldn’t help but relent. “No,
actually, not really. The tour’s being canceled. So much for my summer
adventure,” I joked, trying to sound as unaffected as possible, even though my
heart was breaking as I said it.
    “I’m so sorry,” Aamir said, his lips falling into a frown. “That’s
terrible. And Bad Moon is so terrific too.”
    “Thanks,” I said. His voice
had a strangely magnetic quality, like his sympathetic words could lull me
closer to him if I weren’t so terrified he’d make me and all my friends kill
each other.
    ‘ That’s right ,’ I reminded myself. ‘ Don’t fall for him so easy. ’ He was, after all, the ex-boyfriend of
that crazy nymph/fairy/freak girl that somehow got Martin to put his hands
around Trent’s neck.
    “Don’t you have a show
tonight?” I asked him, trying to change the conversation.
    “No,” Aamir shook his head. “We have a show tomorrow in Athens, but we thought we could
spend the day in Atlanta for fun.”
    “Oh,” I said. “So you
decided to see the concert?”
    “Yes and no,” Aamir said, taking in a deep breath as if he were nervous.
“ I mean, don’t get me wrong, I totally want to see Bad Moon and Time Warp
play, but I really came here to try to convince you to that you should hang out
with me.”
    “So you stalked our tour
schedule online?” I said, folding my arms over my chest as a smirk spread
across my lips. It was hard not to be flattered, even if he was potentially
evil.
    “Stalk is a strong word,” he
hesitated, “especially if the information is online and available to the
public. I’d rather call it ‘checking in.’”
He did have me there. “Well,
whatever you want to call it, it’s a waste of your time now. I’m going back to
South Florida,” I said, reminding myself of the hard truth.
    “Come with us, Bailey,
please,” Aamir grabbed my hand, and I stifled a gasp
at the warm touch of his skin against mine. A sharp sting of eager nerves
consumed me, pulsing against my veins, like I had had too much coffee to drink.
It was shocking and surreal. I wanted to chalk it up to my intense attraction
to him, but I knew it was more than that. He quickly pulled his hand away and
the heat left me as soon as it had entered me. I felt strangely exhausted by
the feeling.
    ‘ What the hell is he doing to me? ’ I wondered as my arms felt
strangely leaden.
    “You can be our manager and
have the adventure you wanted.”
    “I can’t,” I said. “Bad Moon
isn’t over and besides...I, I don’t trust you, Aamir ,”
I said, finally getting the words in a rush. They were heavy, but they were
there,