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with an unwavering focus. “What did Nick say?”
    Noah shifted on his seat enough to shove his iPhone back into his hip pocket. His gaze flicked toward the waitress again, almost of its own free will. Her ponytail hung over her shoulder, long and straight and thick. If he pressed his face to it, what would it smell like?
    Returning his attention to his fellow musicians, he settled himself once again in his seat. “Before I tell you, has anyone thought to talk to Roger about this?”
    All three men blinked.
    Noah snorted. He may have ADHD, but at least he kept his business head on his shoulders when needed. It seemed none of the others had thought to contact their ex-manager.
    Jax opened his mouth and shut it again. Levi fidgeted in his chair. Roger Daltry hadn’t exactly gotten along with any of them in their touring days. He had been a very good manager, had refused to take any of their shit and kept them on task when their wild parties had threatened to undo them, but he’d never hidden his dislike for their lifestyle. It didn’t surprise Noah at all no one had thought to call him.
    With a wry chuckle, he waved a hand at them. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll call him tomorrow.”
    Levi straightened a little. “So Nick said he didn’t mind?”
    Noah nodded. “He told us to go—”
    A pair of perfect breasts swung directly in front of his face, encased in snug red satin. He sat back, his gaze jerking up to find a platinum-blonde woman smiling down at him. “Sorry,” she said, barely moving her boob away from his face. “I was just reaching for some coasters.”
    He frowned.
    Behind the woman, Jax laughed.
    “You’re Nick Blackthorne’s band.” The blonde drew herself upright, a deliberately slow shift in position designed to highlight just how incredible her body and boobs were. Noah couldn’t help but notice Samuel was taking great interest. “Where’s Nick right now? Is he with you?”
    “Blackthorne’s in Australia,” Samuel answered. He turned a sultry scowl on the blonde. “With his wife.”
    The woman leant forward and plucked a peanut from the bowl in the middle of the table, affording Samuel a generous view of her more-than-generous cleavage. “So what’s his band doing here?”
    Noah bit back a low chuckle at Jax’s grin. “Partying,” the keyboardist answered. “Wanna join us?”
    The blonde traced her fingers over Noah’s shoulder, her blue eyes gleaming with open hunger as she moved her gaze over all four of them. “I’d love to.”
    Noah’s gut clenched. He’d participated in more than one gangbang with a groupie since the band had come together almost two decades ago. Heather had been the last. He’d woken up beside her the next morning—the rest of the band long gone—and never slept with another woman again.
    Taking in the blonde’s lush breasts, tiny waist and long legs, he wondered if a group fuck was exactly what he needed to find his centre once more.
    Or maybe it was performing with the band?
    Or maybe nothing will help. Maybe you need to mainline Valium or Ritalin or some such shit until you’re a comatose—
    “Give us a sec, love,” he said to the woman, killing the bleak thought. “We’ve got something to finish first.”
    Samuel grunted and Jax chuckled. Levi snared a handful of peanuts, his expression ambiguous.
    The blonde pursed her glossed lips, her gaze roaming Noah’s face. “Don’t take too long, ’kay? I promise I’ll blow your world.” She lowered her lips to his ear, her breath warm on his flesh. “I have no inhibitions. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”
    Across the table, Jax groaned.
    She flicked her hot tongue at Noah’s ear and then straightened. Her hips swayed with provocative rhythm as she walked away.
    “I don’t know if you plan on tapping that, Holden, but I sure as shit do.”
    Noah rolled his eyes at Jax’s enthusiastic declaration. “I don’t doubt it, mate.”
    “Me too,” Samuel added. He shifted on his