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I’m not offended. I’m used to it. Mike doesn’t know the words hello, goodbye, thank you, or please for a start. At least he doesn’t use them with his assistants. With the bands he manages, however? He can kiss ass all day long and often does.

I’m dialing Stan to ask him if he knows what flight Jett was on when a message pops up.

He’s here.

I blow out a breath and set my phone down. Crisis averted. For now. There’ll be another one soon enough.

Soon enough?

The next crisis is here. Its headline is already written. Band’s PA sleeps with band member causing chaos in the band.

Causing chaos in the band? Please, Aurora. You are not that important.

Yes, I handle every little thing the members of Cash & the Sinners need but I’m not irreplaceable. Anyone could do my job.

Especially since all of the members except Jett are now in serious relationships and no longer need me to find them condoms at 4 a.m. or smuggle a woman out of a hotel room.

Time to update my resumé.

Chapter 6

Ignoring you – a skill Jett excels in

Jett

Where are you?

I ignore Aurora’s message. The same way I’ve been ignoring the messages from the band’s manager, Mike, for the past hour as I drive from Denver to Winter Falls.

This fan appreciation day is the perfect way to avoid Aurora. I probably should have woken her up before I left but she knows me. I’m not the kind of guy who stays.

I’m also not the kind of guy who sleeps in the same bed with a woman after having sex with her. But I couldn’t help myself. Feeling Aurora’s curves against my body was heaven. I’ve never slept as well as I did with her in my arms.

The driver pulls to a stop in the alley behind Bertie’s Recording Studio. I reach for the door, but he stops me.

“Let me check the area first.”

I scowl. “This is Winter Falls. Nothing bad happens here.”

“There are over a hundred fans waiting to meet you,” he reminds me.

Fine. I flick my hand for him to go ahead and do his thing.

He returns a few minutes later and knocks on the window. “You’re all clear if you aim directly for the back door.”

Despite his words, he accompanies me to the back door and through the studio until we reach the sound room. The door to the live room where my bandmates are waiting is open, and Mike is bitching at the band.

“Love has ruined all of you,” he mutters.

“Love hasn’t ruined me,” I declare as I saunter into the room.

Gibson, the rhythm guitarist for Cash & the Sinners and my best friend, rushes to me. “Where have you been?”

He slaps me on the back and I wince.

“Are you hurt? I told you the surfing competition wasn’t a good idea.”

I smirk. “It wasn’t a good idea. It was an excellent idea.”

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