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“Fuck off. I’m fine,” Josh muttered.

“One might think you’re actually human,” Jax continued.

“And one might think you’re actually insane,” Josh countered.

“Um, more than one thinks that,” Tristan said, leaning back on his seat with a smirk.

“Human or insane?” I asked.

“The jury’s still out on the human thing,” Bash said.

“I’m human,” Josh muttered.

“Debatable,” Jax fired back.

“You’re a total pain in my ass,” Josh said.

Jax smirked. “Lube would help with that.”

“Oh, man. Why? Just why?” Bash asked.

I screwed up my face in disgust. “Yeah, no lube discussions, please.”

“Really, Jax?” Tristan said in his best dad voice.

“Ignore him,” Josh said. “You have two hours of downtime and then we’ll head over to the venue. Anyone need anything?”

“No green M&Ms.” Jax bounced around in his seat, right next to Josh.

“I saidneed,” Josh said. “And save that energy for the stage. You’ll have your fucking candy the way you insist. Does anyone have anything they actually need?”

“Nah. I’m good,” Bash said. Tristan and I both agreed.

Ten minutes later, I sprawled out on my bed to channel surf while waiting on room service.

And not thinking about Josh.

Chapter 3

JOSH

“Vegas,baby,”Jaxyelled,rubbing his hands together as we drove down the road and headed to the Rocked Out Festival.

Tristan groaned.

“Are we sure this was a good idea? Three days in Vegas with…” Tristan gestured toward Jax.

His worries weren’t wrong. The amount of shit Jax could get into in three days in Sin City was something I didn’t even want to think about.

“What? It’s not like I’m going to go wild and get married or something,” he said.

Bash barked out a laugh. “What sane—no, scratch that—what woman, period, would want to marry that madness?”

“I’m a fucking treasure, Wolfie, and don’t you forget it,” Jax said.

“Don’t do anything stupid while we’re there,” I said.

“I would never,” Jax said, putting his hand to his chest.

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