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Panic hits me. I can’t be alone in a room with Jett after he defended me. I can’t trust myself not to jump him and have my wicked way with him.

I clear my throat. “It’s fine. I need to get back to work.”

I whirl around and walk to the door as fast as I can without breaking into a sprint.

“We can talk about this when we’re back home,” Jett calls after me.

Back home? I gulp.

It’s been hard enough resisting Jett before. Okay, fine. I didn’t exactly resist him when he stuck his tongue down my throat and I melted into him. But I did stop things before clothes disappeared. I pat myself on the back for my restraint.

But how am I going to continue to resist the drummer when he’s being all sweet and defending me? When he insists I travel in the jet with the band? When he stocks the plane with all of my favorite foods and drinks?

I groan. I am in so much trouble.

Chapter 22

Fuck up – what Jett’s about to do

Jett

I enter the room backstage and spot Aurora chatting with some guy in the corner. As soon as she notices me, she rushes out of the room. The same way she’s rushed out of every room I’ve walked into for the past six days. Ever since Mike tried to fire her, she’s been hiding from me.

I’m done with this shit. I’m done with Aurora hiding from me. I want the friendship we were building in Winter Falls back. I want my Aurora back.

I hurry to follow her. I spot her scurrying down the hallway and speed up. She glances behind her and scowls at me. Her scowl is adorable. It makes me chase her faster.

But when she turns a corner and flashes me her baby bump, I skid to a halt at the reminder of why I can’t have Aurora. Of why I need to leave her alone.

I can’t be a father. I can’t be in a relationship. I’m not good enough for her.

The door next to me bangs open and Mike steps out. Great. He’s been a bear to work with this week.

“Jett. Just the guy I’ve been looking for.”

Suspicious. He’s never looking for me unless he wants something.

“What do you want?”

I don’t wait for his answer and spin around to march back to the rest of the band. There’s safety in numbers.

“The press are arriving for our after concert meet and greet.”

He throws an arm over my shoulders but I shrug him off. I don’t want the man who bullies Aurora to touch me. I draw a hand down my face. Why does every thought come back to her?

“What do you want?” I repeat my question.

“I need you to do your thing.”

“My thing?”

“Charm the press. Charm the fans. Be your charming self.”

“You have me confused with Gibson. He’s the charming one.”

He smirks at me. “Rumor has it the two of you are equally charming with the female fans. In fact, the last I heard you were winning the bet on who can sleep with the most women.”

I was never winning the bet. I haven’t slept with nearly the number of women Gibson has. Most of the time, I was faking it. The excitement of women throwing themselves at you didn’t last long for me.

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