“We were up late.” Ramsay replied.

Mack bit his lip, trying not to laugh. They’d been up, all right. Then he’d fallen asleep on the couch with his head in Ramsay’s lap, not that he figured the guys would want to hear that.

“Sweet! Check this out.” Luther went to the bar and grabbed the open laptop there and brought it over to them. He brought up YouTube and there was a still screen of them on stage, Saya’s red cape front and center. Luther hit play and the last number they’d performed began.

Someone had put them on YouTube? They looked pretty good up there, considering they were new. Knowing Saya, Mack could see the small ways that bellydance influenced the way she moved across the stage, commanding it in a fluid way, while he stayed mostly in the same area. At least he didn’t look like a dork. Winter was in the background, off to the side, looking cold and dangerous as she played the bass rhythm. Ramsay was like a force of nature, his drumming so dynamic that if the drums hadn’t partially shielded him from the crowd, he would have overshadowed all the rest of them.

The guy jumped onto the stage and Mack was surprised to see how obvious his anger was onscreen. He’d always thought he was subtle. But Saya was so sweet and helpless, that the thought of someone laying a hand on her like that made him ill.

Now if it was him, in a sexual context, he could get a boner just from thinking of how vocally demonstrative she was. Nothing like a screamer to get under his skin. Like candy. Winter was more like a Thanksgiving meal to him, as a sadist. She gave him so much, could take almost anything he could dream up, and turn it into lust. Between the two of them, he got the best of both. However, when it came to him, both girls had given him their consent. They had safewords. That douchecanoe deserved everything that’d happened to him in the parking lot, and more.

Mack glanced at Ramsay, but he was holding it together. At least he wasn’t going to get angry all over again. He wasn’t sure his ass could handle it. Even sitting had been an adventure for the past several hours. Compared to what Winter endured, he felt like a wimp. How she made it through a day all striped up and bruised still amazed him. She was tougher than most men he knew.

The punch he’d thrown at the guy looked impressive on video, and the guy had gone down hard. Fighting off bullies in the schoolyard when he’d been a kid had paid off.

When the video was done, Winter shrugged. “So someone put us on YouTube. Everyone and their screaming goat is on YouTube at this point.”

Law laughed. “Did you see the number of views? A hundred thousand people have watched this video since it went up a few hours ago.”

“That’s sick, Winter.” Luther’s eyes brightened. “I know most people are clicking on it to see Mack cold cock the fucktard that grabbed Little Red, but to get to that bit they’re listening to the song. Most of the comments are loving the music and asking about the band.”

“I’d like to bang that chick into next week?” Winter read aloud. “Although I appreciate the man’s taste, that’s hardly a ringing endorsement of our music.”

“We’ve already had several phone calls here asking about you guys. Most were people interested in hitting your next show, but there was a bar in New York that called us wanting to book you. Here’s the number.” Law handed Winter a scrap of paper and winked at her. Ramsay suddenly got taller and Mack realized he’d done the same.

Law looked back and forth between Ramsay and Mack. “Hey now, settle the fuck down. Winter’s my kind of girl, but I wouldn’t put the moves on her. You know... I’m not even sure who’s with who here.”

“It’s complicated. I’d need you to get me a flip chart and several colors of marker to explain it.” Winter smirked.

His brow puckered and he shrugged. “Whatever. None of my business. You guys need a website and you need to do some recording. It’s hard to capitalize on this with nothing in place. When you’re rich and famous you’d better play gigs here sometimes. If you never talk to us again, we’ll never forgive you.”

“If we never talk to you again, we won’t know that we’re not forgiven, so it’s all good.” Winter linked an arm with Saya then sauntered off into the green room.

“She’s so heartless.” Luther bit his knuckle and shook his head in exaggerated regret. “If you ever get tired of her, let us know. I’d gladly bow down before the Ice Queen.”

“You’re submissive?” Ramsay raised a brow.

“What? No. I’m just saying she’s hot. Why? Is she into that kinky shit?” His eyes were avid and he glanced at Law, then back to them. “I mean, I’ve tied a few girls up because they asked me to, but I really don’t get it. But man, Winter would look fucking sweet in leather.”

Seriously? He was right here! “Eyes back in your heads, guys. My decking hand is feeling twitchy.”

Lawson held up a staying hand. “No need to kill me, I’m just stating facts. You’re a lucky man, Mack. So do you guys share them, or what?”

“Do you seriously think they’re going to tell you, you nosy bastard?” Luther laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. “Let the nice people get their stuff together.”

“Fiiine.” The two men walked behind the bar, bickering amicably, and started doing some sort of inventory, leaving them in peace.

“Do you think they’re seriously after Winter?” Ramsay asked, his tone uneasy. Apparently Mack wasn’t the only one who had noticed what a good match that appeared to be. Between Law, Luther and Winter, they had enough piercings to have paid Mal’s tattoo shop rent for a few months.

“Nah. I think they might be a little scared of her. Besides, they can’t give her what I do. She’d never settle for vanilla, and she’d definitely never want to go through training another sadist. You’re more concerned about their interest in Winter than you are stoked about the YouTube thing?”

Ramsay shrugged and punched Mack in the arm, the familiarity of the act warming Mack’s face, even though it was about as straight as a gesture could get. It wasn’t like he’d patted him on the ass. “YouTube isn’t exactly known for its impeccable taste in music. Thelast thing I want to is be a YouTube one-hit wonder. I hope it ends soon, but if we can get our foot in the door in some clubs in New York, it’ll be nice.”

“True.”

Ramsay had a point, but it was difficult to ignore the excitement that came with knowing that so many people had potentially seen them perform.

It wasn’t worth debating anyway, considering none of them had any control over it.