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“Friends,” I remind him.

“You can’t resist me forever.”

I don’t need to resist him forever. He’ll be gone from Winter Falls soon enough. I rub a hand over my stomach when it protests Dylan’s absence. Better to miss a friend than end up brokenhearted.

Chapter 13

Forgiveness – easier to ask for than permission

Dylan

Iset my guitar on its stand. “Are we done for the day?”

It’s still early. But we’ve already finished recording one song and I’m ready to get out of here. I want to install the gifts I bought for Virginia before she returns home from work. It’ll be a surprise to her, but better to ask for forgiveness than permission.

“Why? Do you have someplace to be?” Jett asks.

“Twenty bucks says wherever he has to be, has something to do with Virginia,” Gibson says.

“But she continues to shoot him down.” Jett taps out the intro toLoser.

I throw my pick at him. “I am not a loser.”

Cash chuckles and I glare at him. “As much shit as you’ve given me about Indy over the past years, you can’t complain now.”

“I could give you some lessons in how to charm a woman,” Gibson offers.

I cross my arms over my chest. “I do not need charm lessons from a manwhore.”

Gibson sighs. “I’ve explained this. I’m not a whore if I don’t get paid.”

Fender grunts.

Gibson wags a finger at him. “No lip from you.”

“My bedroom is next to yours,” Fender grumbles. “I should get hazardous duty pay.”

“Jett’s the one who enjoys hazards. Not me.”

Fender cocks his eyebrow. “And you didn’t have a naked woman scratching the hell out of you because you kicked her out of your bed last night.”

Gibson smirks. “She was wild.”

“And you were drunk and weaving all over the place while she went at you. Guess who picked up the glass she broke and escorted her out of the house when your drunk ass passed out?”

“It wasn’t me,” Jett pipes in.

I share a look with Cash. Do we need to worry about Gibson’s drinking? He’s always been a big drinker. But passing out on a normal weeknight? This is concerning.

“No,” Gibson growls. “No interventions. No bullshit about my drinking. I’ve got it under control.”

I doubt it but he’s not ready to tackle his problem. And if he’s not ready? It’s not worth our time and energy.

“Whatever, man,” I say. “Your life. Your choice. I’m out of here.”

I hurry out of the studio before anyone can stop me. I love my bandmates but they can be supreme assholes sometimes – especially when they know the woman I want isn’t giving me the time of day.

Once at my apartment, I grab the security cameras and new locks. I’ll install the security cameras first since I don’t need to get inside Virginia’s apartment to do the work.

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