Page 109 of Play Fast (Brooklyn Dawn 2)

My breath caught at the arrowhead he wore close to his heart. A little further up was the simple cross—both Kerry’s. Evidently he’d gotten the package I’d left him.

I was saved from the emotional onslaught of memories by Jamie’s husky voice.

“I approve of your musical choices. The epicness of David Coverdale’s voice cannot be beat.” She cocked a hip against the doorjamb. She was decked out in her stage gear of jet black leather pants, boots and a skimpy top. Her hair was still wet from her shower. “So what’s going on in here?”

I stepped back and cleared my throat. “Oz is letting me play with his hair.”

She tipped down her mirrored aviators. “Kinky.”

Oz sighed. “I don’t really need your play-by-play, James.”

“Oh, now you definitely do.” She came further into the room and picked up my phone to fast forward through the power ballad. “I appreciate John Sykes and his epic guitar solos, but I’m looking for…ahh, there it is.”

“Straight For the Heart” and the fast guitars and tumble of lyrics careened through the space. Jamie’s throaty voice followed along with David’s powerhouse style.

She tipped her head back. “Right there. No one does guitar solos like this dude.”

“Vandenburg is just as righteous,” Oz chimed in.

“That’s true. Remember when he pulled out that bow to do that song? Ugh, what was that song?” She reached over for the phone again and rewound. “This one.”

“Still of the Night” filled the room again.

Jamie groaned. “So fucking good. Think Lindz could pull this off?”

“She can sing anything,” I said without thinking.

Jamie propped herself up on her elbows on the counter, her long legs eating up the small space. “That’s true.”

“Do I hear, Whitesnake?” Zane popped his head around the corner.

“Yes you fucking do.” Jamie bumped the volume on my phone. “The man is a legend. I’d still fuck the shit out of this dirty dude. Have you ever seen them live? He still picks girls out in the crowd. Practically has them creaming their panties and he’s what? Sixty-something?”

Zane leaned on the door. “Sixty-eight I think. Maybe good old sixty-nine.” He waggled his brows.

“Gramps can still get it done with some Viagra, I bet.”

My cheeks flushed as I took the curling machine from Oz and moved behind him again. “You guys are just as good.”

Jamie stood up straight, picking at the array of barrettes, hair ties, makeup, and little Troll dolls I had tucked along my makeup case at my station. She fluffed the bright pink hair on one of the dolls before setting it aside to hop up on the counter.

I fed the first lock of Oz’s hair into the machine and he yelped.

“Relax.” I held his head firm. “Don’t want me to accidentally fry your hair do you?”

His eyes widened. “You wouldn’t.”

“Then sit still.”

Jamie snorted and cycled through a few more songs.

Zane folded his arms. “Play ‘Here I Go Again’.”

She punched the song and put the phone down to mime a synthesizer. “So fucking good.”

“I need my guitar.” Zane dug out his phone. “Yeah we’ve got time.” He stuffed it back in his pocket and headed into the hall.

“Grab mine,” Jamie called after him.

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