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other. “Wham!”
    “It wasn’t funny,” Adam said. “I almost broke
my neck.” But he didn’t sound angry about Shade’s teasing.
    Owen was grateful Adam had regained his sense
of humor. His short fuse was a liability.
    “Luckily, I was drunk enough that I didn’t
feel a thing,” Adam said.
    “Until the next morning,” Shade said.
    “I can’t believe how well they’re getting
along,” Kelly said to Owen as he sipped from his water bottle.
“Calm before the storm?”
    “Maybe. I keep waiting for one or the other
to explode.”
    “Shade’s been acting happy all day,” Jack
said. “It’s just not right.” He took the empty water bottles from
Owen and Kelly.
    “You can blame that on his bedmate last
night,” Owen said, grinning. “She must have a magic vagina.”
    “I don’t care if it shoots glitter and
rainbows,” Kelly said. “That relationship can only end in disaster.
We’d better enjoy this while it lasts.”
    As the pair returned to the front of the
stage, Shade asked, “Did you have a nice break?”
    “No,” Owen said. Shade’s microphone was close
enough that it picked up his words and they were broadcast through
the stadium. “I was hoping the clear stuff in my bottle was vodka,
but it was only water.”
    “Mine had vodka,” Kelly said. “The crew has
seen you drunk, Tags. Not something they want to see again.”
    “I’m a fun drunk,” Owen said. “Everyone loves
to hang around when I’m drunk.”
    “Yeah,” Kelly said, “everyone who wears a
skirt and wants it up around their waist while you go down loves to hang around when you’re drunk.” He rolled his
eyes.
    Feminine approval roared from the crowd.
    “If it bothers you so much, stop wearing
skirts, Cuff,” Owen said.
    The crowd’s laughter egged them on.
    “It’s called a kilt. And how else am I
supposed to show off my legs?” Kelly asked.
    “Kilts don’t come in floral patterns.”
    “Okay,” Shade said, “that’s enough out of you
two. This isn’t open mic night.”
    “These people came to hear music, not your
lame jokes,” Adam said.
    Since Gabe didn’t have a live mic, he played
a mini drum solo to enter his opinion on the matter. Owen and Kelly
kept their jokes to themselves for the remainder of the show, but
they still managed to have fun.
    And the crowd responded, stomping on the
floor and thrusting their fists into the air.
    “I’m heading for the shower,” Owen said after
the encore. He handed off his bass to one of the road crew and
looked at Kelly expectantly.
    “I’ll join you,” Kelly said. “I’m
drenched.”
    “Last chance for you pussy-whipped disgraces
to join us tonight at Tony’s new club,” Owen said, looking to his
other three band mates.
    “Not happening, Owen,” Shade said. “Have a
good time.”
    “I’ll have a good enough time for the three
of you,” Owen said. He glanced at Kelly, knowing he probably
wouldn’t utilize the club to its fullest capabilities. “For all
five of us,” he said under his breath. He vowed never to fall hard
for a woman. Monogamy. Where was the fun in that?
    A pair of hands appeared over Shade’s
sunglasses. “Guess who,” a soft, sultry voice said from behind
him.
    Shade’s hands reached back and began to
explore the feminine body at his back. “I know these tits,” he
said, a huge smile stretching across his face.
    “Are you sure?”
    Owen cocked his head to the side, and his
suspicions were validated. What in the fuck was she doing here?
Amanda made Shade happy—hell, that was obvious. But she was trouble
for him. Big trouble.
    “Yeah,” Shade said. “It’s been ages, Pamela.
Are you ready for another musician to rock your bed?”
    Amanda grabbed his nose and twisted.
    “Ow! Amanda, I was only joking.”
    “You knew it was me?”
    “Of course I knew it was you. Pamela’s tits
are enormous, and yours are massive, at best.”
    She scowled at her ample bust. “Maybe I’ll
get them enlarged,” she