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I clicked the tiny shot glass against the rim of his glass, and gave him the smile that I had always used in

the past to get whatever I wanted. “I think Nash had a fight with the tequila and the tequila won.”

He laughed and turned to talk to a couple guys who wanted to congratulate him on the show. When he

turned back to me, he looked a little embarrassed.

“I always think that’s so weird.”

I lifted a dark eyebrow and leaned a little closer to him, as I caught sight of a redhead in too-tight

clothes circling. “Why? You guys are great and obviously people like it.”

He tossed back his head and laughed and I noticed for the first time he had a barbell through the center

of his tongue.

“People, but not you?”

I made a face and shrugged. “I’m from Kentucky.” I figured that would explain it all.

“Rule sent me a text saying you needed a lift home. I have to go pull Rowdy off that chick and help the

guys load the van, but if you can chill for, like, thirty, I’ll totally give you a ride.”

I didn’t want to seem too eager. I didn’t want to let him know how much I wanted him to give me a ride

of an entirely different kind, so I shrugged again.

“Sure. That would be nice.”

He squeezed my knee and I had to suppress the shudder that moved through me from head to toe.

There was most definitely something up if just a little touch like that could make me quiver.

I turned back to the bar, ordered myself a glass of water, and tried to close my tab. I was surprised

when the bartender told me it was already taken care of and a little annoyed that I didn’t know who to

thank. I swiveled around on the stool and watched closely as people fought their way through a bar full of

overly enthusiastic guys and overly obvious girls. I wasn’t a saint by any stretch of the imagination, but I

really had no respect for any girl who was willing to degrade herself, to offer herself up for a single night of

pleasure, just because Jet looked hot in tight pants.

Whatever was happening to me went deeper than that; I just couldn’t name it. And tonight I was drunk

enough— and missing some of my old self enough—to ignore it for now.

By the time Jet came back, I was faking interest in a conversation that some guy who looked like he had

raided Glenn Danzig’s closet was forcing on me. He was telling me all about the different genres of metal

and why the people who listened to each different kind either sucked or ruled. It was all I could do not to

shove a stick of gum in his mouth to stop him from breathing heavy, boozy fumes all over me.

Jet gave the guy a fist bump and hooked a thumb over his shoulder.

“Let’s roll, Legs.”

I made a face at the generic nickname because I had heard variations on it my whole life. I was tall, not

as tall as his six-two, but I towered over Shaw’s five-three and I did indeed have very long, very nice legs.

At the moment they were a little wobbly and a little unsteady, but I pulled it together and followed Jet to the

parking lot.

The rest of the band and Rowdy were piling into a huge Econoline van, and shouting all kinds of

interesting things out the window at us while they peeled out of the parking lot. Jet just shook his head and

used the control on his keys to pop the locks on a sleek black Dodge Challenger that looked mean and fast.

I was surprised when he opened the door for me, which made him grin, so I folded into the seat and tried

to plan my attack. After all, he was a guy who was used to groupies and band sluts throwing themselves at

him on a daily basis, and the last thing I wanted was to be just one more.

He turned down the music blasting from the obviously expensive sound system and wheeled out of the

parking lot without saying a word to me. He had found the time to put his shirt back on and it was now

covered by an obviously well-loved leather jacket, complete with metal studs and a patch of some band I

had never heard of. The combination of cute rocker boy, too much tequila, and the heady scent of leather

and sweat was starting to make my head spin. I rolled down the window a little and watched as the lights of

downtown bled by.

“You okay?”

I tilted my head in his direction and noticed the real concern in his dark gaze. In the dim light of the

dash, the gleaming gold circle that rimmed the outer ridge of his eyes looked just like a divine halo.

“Fine. I shouldn’t have tried to keep up with Nash for the first hour.”

“Yeah, that’s not a good idea. Those boys can put it away.”

I didn’t answer because generally I could hold my own with anyone when it came to matching shot for

shot, but that wasn’t something I liked to talk about. I changed the subject by running a finger over the

obviously new and pristine interior of the car.

“This is a supernice ride. I had no idea screaming into a microphone paid so well.”

He snorted a laugh and gave me a sideways look. “You need to branch out from cookie-cutter country,

Ayd. There are all kinds of great indie country bands and even some amazing Americana bands I bet you

would totally dig.”

I just shrugged. “I like what I like. Seriously, is your band famous enough that you can afford a car like

this? Rule said you guys were popular in town, which was clear after tonight, but even with that crowd it

doesn’t seem like you would make enough to live on just playing music.”

I was prying, but it had suddenly occurred to me I didn’t really know anything about this guy other than

he was making my heart race. He was also making my head create all kinds of interesting scenarios that

involved both of us and a whole lot less clothing.

He was tapping out a rhythm on the steering wheel with his black-tipped fingers and I couldn’t look

away.

“I run a recording studio here in town. I’ve been around a long time so I know a bunch of bands and

guys in the scene. I write a lot of music that other people end up recording and Enmity is big enough that I

don’t ever have to worry about starving. Lots of people make a living just playing music. It’s just hard and

you have to be dedicated to it, but I would rather be broke and do something I love, than be wealthy

working a nine-to-five job any day.”

That was something that just didn’t make any sense to me.

I craved security and a future with a foundation rooted in safety. I wanted to know that I was going to

be able to support myself; that I would never have to rely on anyone else for life’s basic needs. Happiness

had nothing to do with it at all.

I was going to ask more questions but the apartment I shared with Shaw was quickly coming into view,

and I hadn’t even tried to let him know that I was interested in more than a lift home.

I turned my entire body in the seat so I was fully facing him, and plastered my best
do me
smile on my

face. He lifted an eyebrow in my direction but didn’t say anything, even when I leaned over the center

console and put my hand on his hard thigh. I saw the pulse in his throat jump, which made me grin. It had

been a long time since I had been so overtly interested in anyone and it was nice to know that he wasn’t

immune to me, either.

“Want to come up and have a drink with me? Shaw is staying with Rule, so I’m sure she’ll be out of

commission for at least a couple days.”

His dark eyes grew even darker with something I didn’t recognize, because we really were strangers, but

he put his hand over mine and gave it a gentle squeeze.

I wanted to inhale him; I wanted to get inside him and never come back out. There was just something

there, something special about him that pulled on all the strings I thought I had neatly trimmed away when I

had left my old life behind.

“That sounds like a bad plan, Ayd.” His voice was low and had undercurrents floating through that I

couldn’t identify.

I sat up straighter in the seat and turned his face with my other hand to look at me. “Why? I’m single,

you’re single, and we’re consenting adults. I think it sounds like a fabulous plan.”

He sighed and took both of my hands and placed them back in my lap. I was watching him carefully

now because, while I might have undergone a dramatic life change over the last few years, I was still smart

enough to know I was way better looking than most of the bar trash who had been circling him all night.

That—and
no
guy ever turned down no-strings sex.

“We have friends who are dating. You drank half a bottle of tequila tonight, and let’s be real—you’re

not the type of girl who takes a guy she barely knows home for the night. You’re smart and ambitious, and

you have no fucking idea what that Southern drawl does to me or how fast it would cause us to end up

naked and tangled up. You’re just a good girl all around.

“Don’t get me wrong. You’re beautiful, and in the morning when I replay this conversation over and

over in my head, I’m going to absolutely want to kick my own ass, but you don’t want to do this. Maybe if

I knew for a fact we would never have to see each other again, never have to spend time around each other,

I could do it with a clean conscience, but I actually like you, Ayden, so I choose not to mess that up.”

He was so very wrong.

I totally wanted to do this; to do him, but something about him thinking he knew what kind of girl I was

shocked my libido like a bucket of cold water. I jerked my head back so hard that it hit the passenger

window and the car suddenly felt like a coffin. I scrambled to open the latch and bolted out. I heard Jet call

my name, heard him ask if I was all right, but all I needed to do was get away from him. I jabbed the

security code into the door and ran into the apartment.

It wasn’t until I had the doors locked and had a hot shower pouring over me that I realized how close I

had come to letting everything I had worked for unravel around me. Whatever it was that Jet made me feel

tonight, it was far too dangerous to try to act on. Not only had it ended in humiliation and panic, but I had

also risked all the things that mattered to me now, and I just couldn’t allow that.

I was going to have to keep Jet Keller locked in the box where I kept pre-Colorado Ayden. Only now, I

was going to make sure that the lid was on so tight, there wouldn’t ever be a chance of it coming off. The

risk just wasn’t worth it.

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Jay Crownover lives in Colorado. She loves tattoos and body modification and loves to incorporate

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