Page 77 of Deal with the Devil

Wrenlee giggles and leans into the bar to stage whisper, “I’m having twins.”

Cash and Wrenlee told us over dinner before the show that they are, in fact, pregnant, and having twins. Now that the cat’s out of the bag, it’s really out of the bag. Wrenlee is telling anyone who will listen, overcome with excitement.

She’s even more excited to go home after this mini tour to tell her dad.

Addy leans back, holding onto the bar as she does. “Well, shit.” She shakes her head as her eyes drift to the stage. “Cash doesn’t know how to do a damn thing half-ass, does he?”

“Don’t think any of them do,” Candace huffs, a note of laughter in her tone as she touches her hand to my back. “This one is Kane’s. As in he met her a few months ago and they’re married now.”

Addy’s eyes land on me. “Heard about you in the news.”

“Kane pursued her with the same craziness Cash did me,” Wrenlee assures, and the eyes that narrowed on me soften just a bit.

“Well, I’m happy to see life is treatin’ you all good.” She points to a booth. “Got your booth reserved for you. Go have fun.”

We all take our drinks from the bar, including Wrenlee’s virgin margarita, and head to our booth. The venue isn’t as big as the ones the guys usually play at, but Kane explained that while they were home, they’d agreed to play at a few of the clubs where they’d played a lot before getting signed, as athank youto the clubs and the people who saw them there and became loyal fans who supported them while they were still little. To say the club is packed is an understatement.

I pop my straw into my mouth and suck back a yummy sip as I fix my eyes on the stage and watch my man in his element.

They go through a few familiar songs, and I go through a couple drinks (Candace ordered them to keep coming) when a song I don’t recognize begins to play. It’s a little different from the others. There’s a dangerous edge. A lovely lilt of seduction.

It’s a lady killer. I know as much by the collective sigh from the first few lines alone. But what really gets me is the mic Kane steps up to beside Cash.

Sunshine painted strokes just for me

Cotton candy lips so sweet

I’ll taint it all with smoke and winter

Holding tight in all my dark

The beautiful beat of this captured heart

An invasion of a man so dark

Not for the faint of heart

Deals with devils in the dark

A kiss to seal

This unwritten deal

A promise to bind your heart to mine

I won’t let her go

Firelight dances on smooth skin

The taste of marshmallow and sin

I’m falling into this

The burn of vodka, the sweep of your tongue

I’m on my knees

Tasting caramel cream

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