Page 110 of Play Fast (Brooklyn Dawn 2)

“On it,” he called back.”

She swung her legs with a saucy grin. “This is cozy.”

I unfurled a long dark ringlet from the machine. Fuck, it actually worked. Hot damn. I gathered another piece and fed it into the little contraption.

Jamie craned her neck. “Curls, huh? What did you do? Cheat already? Gotta make it up to her?”

“I’d be doing a helluva lot more than curling his hair if he cheated. Acid perhaps?” I said into the mirror, meeting his gaze.

“Fuck that.”

“That you’d have to make it up to me?” My heart stilled in my chest going cold.

“That I’d cheat. I don’t fucking cheat.”

“Funny, I thought it was that you didn’t get serious with women.”

Jamie whistled. “Damn. Burn.” She picked through the candy stash I had in a jar and found a wrapped piece of gum and folded it into her mouth. “That forever shit is dangerous, Ozzy. That’s why we keep it simple, right?”

Oz’s nostrils flared. “Simple’s long gone.”

I swallowed and went back to my curls. I was saved from answering by Zane’s return with two guitars and Lindsey.

“Hey guys. I could hear Whitesnake down the corridor over the mic check.” She glanced at Oz and then me with a laugh. “No shit…” She came around next to me. “Whoa. Those are killer curls.”

“Right?” I gently laid another curl against the dozen I had. “For such straight hair it curls perfectly.”

“Dear God,” Oz muttered.

“Can you do that to my hair?” Jamie piped up.

“Yours is so fine, not sure it would work. We could use the crimper though. And some crazy braids.”

“Yes,” she lengthened out the s with a big grin. “A la Pat Benetar’s vid.” She did devil’s horns with her fingers and belted out a few lines from “Love Is A Battlefield.”

“I could rock a side pony.”

Lindsey cracked up and dropped into the couch and crossed her long legs. “I know what we’re doing for Halloween.”

“Yes!”

Jamie did the little shimmy from the famous video.

Zane held out a purple acoustic. “We’re still doing Whitesnake right?”

Jamie hopped down then snatched her guitar. “Of course. Just got distracted. Now that I have my girl, we can figure out a song.”

The three of them bickered over which song to do. All of them had their phones out looking up lyrics.

Jamie stole my phone and played “Still of the Night” half a dozen times before she cried defeat. “I will figure out that song.”

“‘Crying in the Rain’,” Oz said over the three of them.

Jamie dropped to the floor cross legged with her guitar in her lap. “Will anyone know that one but you, pal?”

Oz picked up a curl that slipped over his shoulder and closed his eyes. He took a long, slow breath as if he was in pain. “Just listen to it.”

Jamie sighed and put the song on.

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