Page 20 of Piper's Pyro

“Are you ready to meet your heroes?” Hustler asked.

“Yes.” I inhaled a deep breath.

Just act like it’s the first time you’ve ever seen Russell.

7

Pyro

Get control of yourself, and don’t hyperventilate. It’s over.

If only those words had made my racing heart and trembling hands stop. I hated feeling like the world might end if I blinked my eyes.

The tightness in my chest didn’t help matters.

I need a drink.

Weed.

A line of blow.

When the door opened and more people entered the small dressing room, I turned my back to them and closed my eyes.

Five minutes ago, I praised myself for not screwing up during the concert. I’d killed it and was proud as fuck. I had stayed in the zone and pretended I was in my basement with no one watching. I wanted to revel in that win.

If I could get a minute alone, I might be able to stave off the panic attack building inside me.

Why had Flint agreed to a meet and greet in our dressing room? He knew how I felt about small, confined spaces. Each person made the room hotter and stole the oxygen I needed to hold it together.

The fucking whiskey was across the room. I patted my jeans. No smokes. Not even a tiny joint.

You don’t need booze and drugs to deal with your issues. It’ll pass.

“Flint, this is my sister Piper, your biggest fan.”

My body locked up.

Piper?

What were the chances I’d meet two women named Piper in twenty-four hours? I forced myself to not turn around.

“Piper, it’s a pleasure,” Flint said.

“The pleasure is all mine. You were fantastic. I mean, you and the band.”

Fuck! It was her. I’d recognize her sultry voice anywhere.

“Aren’t you a sweetheart?”

“A sweetheartsometimes,” she replied with sass. The same sarcasm she had given to me last night. Her smart mouth had ignited a fire in me, but it had almost burned out, knowing I’d never see her again. Hearing her voice and feeling her near rekindled the flames.

Flint roared with laughter, clearly trying to warm up to her. “Let me call the guys over. Singe. Pyro. Come meet Piper.”

Follow her lead.I swallowed my anxiety and turned around.

Just as I thought. Flint had his sights on Piper and his arm around her. Fuck!

“Yo, who’s this hot little number,” Singe said with lust in his eyes. The guys were reacting to her the way I had when I first spotted her at the bar in Club Solo. Except they weren’t holding back like I had. They were sniffing and wagging their tails around her, hoping she’d pick one of them… Or both.

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