Page 11 of Living on the Edge

His brows knit together. “Off the record? Sure.”

I think about that.

“Off the record, then. She’s my friend.”

“He beat the shit out of some guy who was just talking to a girl he was seeing. I was sitting at the bar about five feet away and I’m telling you, the guy didn’t do anything wrong. He knew her brother or something and they were just talking. But it turned ugly. He put the guy in the hospital. I don’t know why he didn’t press charges, but rumor has it the label paid him off. Just tell her to be careful, okay? I wouldn’t want my sister to date him.”

I gaze in the direction Callum and Taryn went worriedly.

“I’ll tell her,” I say quietly. “And thank you.”

“You drink, Ryleigh?” Jonny asks abruptly.

I shrug. “Sometimes.”

“Then let’s do a shot—you can’t tour with Crimson Edge and not do shots with us.”

Great. Just what I need.

“Let’s do it.”

What else can I say?

I’m not going to make them trust me by being uptight and standoffish.

Now all I have to do is figure out how to party with them without getting stupid.

Something tells me it’s going to be a long night.

Chapter3

Angus

I wakeup with a raging hard-on and the hangover from hell.

Christ.

I don’t know why I let the guys talk me into shit, but we have today off so at least I can sleep it off on the bus. We didn’t get to bed until dawn, but I need to take a quick shower before we leave for the next city. It’s a short drive so maybe I can take a nap when we get to the hotel, and I’ll wake up somewhat refreshed. We don’t have to be on the road until noon so it shouldn’t be too bad.

I turn the water on as cold as I can stand, and let it run over me.

Despite paying for it today, last night was fun.

I’m thirty-two now, so while I don’t consider myself old, I’m not twenty anymore. Staying up all night drinking is hard on my body, and I have to be in top condition to play drums the way I do for forty or fifty minutes every other day. Sometimes two or three days in a row. I have to sleep, stretch, work out, and stay hydrated.

Last night was pretty much the opposite of that.

And dealing with Callum Yates is never fun.

We have a history.

I unknowingly slept with his girlfriend.

Her body was covered in bruises, and she’d later admitted she just wanted someone to make her feel good without hurting her.

Frankly, knowing what I know now, I have zero regrets.

I made an enemy out of Callum, though.

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