Page 87 of Edge of Forever

He could see why Zeke was mildly afraid of her.

Lindsey York picked up her mic and belted out a stunning mimic of Axl’s deep, dark voice. But by the end of the song, Jamie was laughing at her and Lindsey gave up the mic to glug down a bottle

of water. Axl had a distinctive voice and it wasn’t kind to the vocal cords.

Julian got behind his kit and started hammering in with Nash’s fiery piano as he spun out into Frank Turner’s “Recovery”. Logan knew the lyrics and jumped in on it.

Jamie and Lindsey didn’t know it, but they picked up the strumming guitar and jammed with them. Logan jumped in time with Nash’s manic guitars and then he held up his hand into a fist as they all cut the song off.

“Who’s that? Is that one of your songs, Irish?”

Nash flipped his dark hair back. “No, it’s Frank Turner.”

“Too bad, I like the song.” Jamie grinned at Lindsey. “New tunes for the bus.”

“Oh, great. She’ll listen to every song that he’s ever played to figure out if she really likes him or if it was just the one song.”

Nash looked down at his keys with a small smile and hopped off stage. “They didn’t break Matilda, so I’ll see you tonight at the show, brother.”

Logan gave him a salute and put his band through their normal paces. Anything to keep his mind off the fact that the concert was starting in a few hours. There was a group of fans about twenty deep wandering the middle of the general admission area.

The VIP people evidently.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the cherubic heart-shaped face in the middle of the crowd. Before he could get a better look at the woman she melted into the crowd.

Was that her?

Aimee?

Or was it someone he that had her chin?

Sunglasses obscured her face and her hair was blond instead of red.

Logan shook his head, and looked again. The woman was actually a girl, not even sixteen. He scrubbed his hands over his face. Christ, it was going to be a long damn night if he was going to jump at every woman with a heart-shaped face and short hair.

Christian snuck on stage and picked up his guitar. He spoke to Julian and Emerson for a moment before breaking into their single, “Caged Soul”. Falling into the easy familiarity of his own music, the rest of the hour flew by as they tried out some obscure songs and a lot of covers.

By the time Zeke unstrapped his Epiphone, Logan had actually been enjoying the soundcheck. They filed backstage to the small dressing room to change into their stage clothes and have a light snack.

Logan watched the clock crawl by for the next two hours as The Barn filled. There were two security people on each entrance and three working the bar. Izzy was keeping in contact with him via text and Marcus was hovering on each end of the stage.

Everything was under control.

Then why did he feel so goddamn twitchy?

Curtain went up at seven with Brooklyn Dawn playing a solo set for twenty minutes to warm up the crowd. Lindsey had the front of the house in the palm of her hand by the second song.

All the King’s Men’s road crew had them set up and ready for a duet with Nash. Logan and Nash played dueling pianos on each end of the stage. The first song was a Billy Joel, the second was Frank Turner. By the time Christian and Jamie had gotten the option to actually bring some guitars into the song, The Barn was alive with screams and cheers.

It felt good to be on the stage again. Even as he searched every face in the crowd, it was easy to lock himself into work mode. Finally during the back half of the concert, Logan moved to the front of the stage and leaned on the mic stand.

He caught the shadow of Skye’s shape as she waved to let him know Izzy was there waiting for her cue. His spine tightened and his gut churned. With the lights, he could barely see past the third row, and even then the crowd was more like a sea of faces blending into one another in screams and cheers.

Addicting. He’d always loved the stage.

Terrifying. The unknown faces could be hiding the one that lived in his nightmares.

He cleared his throat. “I wanted to thank everyone that came here last minute to see us play. It’s been a rough few months and the love I’m hearing from you guys is just what this grouchy old singer needed as a welcome home.”

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