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fan, you’re pretty early. The groupies usually don’t start showing up till three hours before B opens,” he said, cocking his head.
    “Groupies? Do I look like a groupie?”
    He took that as an invitation to give me a once over. Disgusting pig!
    “Well, now that you mention it, you are a little over dressed.”
    I glanced down at my skinny jeans and flip flops. The T-shirt I had on was thin but it was not see-through, thanks to its dark blue color. It was tight but not clingy, and the neckline was a simple U-shape.
    Tucking my wild, curly, blonde hair behind my ears, I glanced over at my father, who was still helping carry large boxes in.
    “Oh, I get it,” he said crossing his arms. “You like them older.”
    “You are way off base, plus you’re a disgusting pig. Your ‘groupies’ must all be brain dead, if they follow you around.”
    Yeah, that’s right, Mister Rock-n-Roll, let that sink in for a moment.
    “You know what--”
    “Kane! Hey, man, you guys are really early,” my father said, interrupting him as he made his way over to us. So the jackass had a name.
    “B, you should really start locking the doors, some out-of-town trash rolled in.”
    All I could do was smile. Catching my reaction, this so called “Kane” looked me up and down again before turning to my father, who looked ready to punch him in the face. Good to know my father still had that protective streak in him. “Kane, this is my daughter, Caroline.”
    Kane’s perfect little sneer quickly turned to a stunned, open-mouthed gape.
    “Is there a problem?” my father asked skeptically.
    I should have totally ratted Kane out. Look at him trying to bat those baby blues at me. Not going to work. I got a pair of my own, and I know how to use them.
    “Oh no, Daddy, Kane here was just telling me how much he appreciated you. He was even saying how he was going to stay late tonight to help you close up and that he really wants to clean the restrooms. He also offered to carry up all my bags for me. Isn’t that sweet of him?” I flashed the most charming smile I could his way and girlishly tossed my hair.
    Shaking his head and grinning, Kane couldn’t say a word in his defense.
    “You really going to do that tonight, man?” my father asked. “We could really use the help.”
    Still acting coy, I made sure to wink at Kane before turning my attention back to my father.
    “Yeah, I’ll stay to help you out tonight, so long as she helps,” he said, winking back.
    That asshole!
     

 
    CHAPTER 4
     
    Kane
     
    I knew B’s daughter was coming to stay for the summer, but I had no idea that the girl I had just tried to hit on was her. I had come around the corner to see some girl up on our stage, fingering all our instruments. When she turned to look at my guitar, my baby, I made my way to the stage to confront her. I was only able to take two steps, when I saw her face. She was every bit of a ten in my book. Average height, long legs, made even longer by the tight-ass jeans she was wearing. Her shirt hung low enough when she knelt down, I could see the swell of her delightfully large breasts. I suddenly got the image of my hands full with them, and my mischievous friend began to make an appearance in my jeans.
    I moved quickly, but silently up on the stage behind her. The smell of her, tickled my senses. I wanted to run my hands through the mane of wild blonde curls on her head as she screamed my name in ecstasy. I wanted to taste her, feel her--I don’t think I’ve wanted to touch a girl as much. I wanted to experience every inch of her.
    Unfortunately, all those scrumptious ideas quickly left my mind when I found out she was B’s daughter. I expected his daughter to be short, frumpy, and average. What was currently standing in front of me was anything but. He had shown us all a picture of her five years ago when we started playing regularly here. It was a girl with a flat chest and plump body. Her hair was pulled back in a tight braid