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the tour, and autographed all sorts of swag for radio stations to give away. I’m exhausted and ready to get back to the hotel. A couple of back-up singers for one of the other bands asked me to go out with them tonight, so I have a few hours to take a nap and get ready to go clubbing.
    I pack up my stuff and give it to the crew who’s handling our equipment. Then I head to the dressing room and gather the rest of my stuff before I head to the car waiting in the back parking lot. Amphitheatres don’t typically have a lot of room backstage, and this one is limited to a long hall with doors on both sides. I’m dodging an open door on the left when a door to the right of me flies open and smacks the wall a few inches from my head. “Goddamit,” a deep voice rumbles as a hand reaches around the door to grab it and pull it closed.
    “Watch the hell out,” I yelp as the door moves toward my head yet again.
    A face appears, and then a whole body—a big, utterly delicious body. As my gaze travels up past the rock hard abs, and defined pecs that show through his plain white t-shirt, then over the curved, bulging biceps, I come to a square jaw with the exact right amount of blonde stubble. Finally I meet up with the sharp blue eyes of Rhapsody’s lead guitarist, Blaze Davis. Otherwise known as my Viking fantasy come to life.
    I gape, my mouth and throat suddenly so parched I can hardly swallow.
    “Sorry,” he says, a sexy smile parting his perfect lips.
    “Uh huh,” I breathe out. Shit, pull it together O’Roark. I give myself a mental shake. “Yeah, well, you need to be more careful, you almost nailed me in the head.”
    He shifts, dropping his hand from the edge of the door where he held it, and crossing his arms in front of his chest. My eyes drop to the biceps—and his chest—then snap back to his face. He’s smirking at me as if he knows what I’m thinking. Dick.
    “Well, like I said,” he continues, “I’m sorry about that. The door doesn’t have a spring on it, so it flies open every time you turn the knob.”
    While a part of me wants to continue being pissy at him, he’s sort of taken the wind out of my sails. He’s apologized, and told me that the door has a flaw that caused the issue. What the hell am I supposed to do with that? “Ok,” I finally say like a twelve year old. “I guess I’d better…” I gesture down the hall indicating I need to move along.
    “You’re the new Lush girl, right?” he asks, leaning back against the door now, his eyes roaming over me from head to toe.
    I give him my best dismissive look, because even though he’s hot, he’s also a member of the enemy—Lush’s enemy.
    “I’m the new keyboardist for Lush, yeah. And, a woman—not a girl.”
    He chuckles, giving me the once over again, his eyes hot. I feel my cheeks flush and other parts tingle. Damn Viking.
    “I agree, you’re definitely all woman.”
    I roll my eyes, even though that deep voice is like warm caramel syrup sliding over my skin.
    “Does bullshit like that ever work for you?” I ask in my snarkiest tone.
    “Frequently,” he answers. “The bitchy thing work for you?”
    Now we’re in territory I understand. I’ve been the bitch to my brothers’ assholery since I was old enough to fight back.
    “Frequently,” I shoot back at him. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
    “Wait a minute there, short stack,” he says, his voice warm as he puts a hand on my arm and blasts me with a megawatt smile.
    I glare at him and lift his hand off of my arm, dropping it quickly as though I can’t stand to touch him. Truth be told, even that slight contact sent tingles of anticipation all over my body and I would have loved to weave my fingers through his and see what that felt like.
    “I didn’t mean to imply you’re a bitch, that was uncalled for,” he says more gently.
    “Really? Because I absolutely meant to say your pick-up lines are bullshit.” I smile sweetly and cock my head at him.
    He