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struggling to remember. Then his face cleared, and he guffawed in laughter. “She was not my girlfriend. I didn’t even bang her. She was too fucking obnoxious. She was a fucking slut, and, coming from me, that’s saying something.”
    Lindsey snorted. “She only wanted to be near you ’cause you’re famous.”
    Gage nodded, and then his gaze sharpened. “And you? Why do want to be near me?”
    “Because I think I could like you.”
    Good answer, Linz , I thought. I passed behind Lindsey and fixed Gage with a hard stare, telling him without words that if he hurt my friend, I’d have his balls. He smirked and nodded subtly, letting me know he heard my unspoken message.  
    I heard the telltale rat-a-tat-tat of Johnny Hawk, the drummer, tapping his sticks against a counter, and the click of a pick hitting the strings of an un-amped guitar. I found the door, peeked my head in and said my hellos to Johnny and Kyle, and asked if they knew where Chase was.  
    “He’s by the stage, I think,” Kyle said, tweaking the tuning of his guitar without looking up at me. When he had the tuning right, he looked up at me with a bright smile, which morphed into a surprised expression. “Damn, Jay. You got really pregnant.”
    I gave him the finger and a nasty glare. “Smooth, Kyle. Real smooth. What you meant to say is, ‘damn, Jay, you’re huge.’”
    Johnny, the youngest of the band at barely twenty-three, made an oh, shit face, which made me laugh. Kyle held up a hand in a gesture of surrender. “No! That’s not—I just meant…” He sighed in exasperation. “Damn, you pregnant chicks are touchy. You look good, Jay. You really do.”
    I grinned at him. “I’m just giving you shit, Kyle. But don’t say that to any other pregnant lady. You’ll get your block knocked off.”
    I left the room then and went toward the stage in search of Chase. I heard his voice before I saw him, and he sounded irritated.  
    “This isn’t the time or place, Jenna. And I’m not the guy. I’m married. You know that.”
    A whiny female voice, breathy with overt seduction, responded. “Oh, come on, Chase. It doesn’t have to be like that. You know you want to. You’ve been such a good boy all tour, don’t you think you deserve a little treat?”
    I felt rage boil through me. Who was this bitch trying to seduce my husband? I tried to take a few calming breaths, but it wasn’t working. My Irish temper was up and hotter than was safe. I felt my hands clench into fists, and before I knew it, I was rounding the corner to the dead-end emergency exit hallway.
    What I saw had me even angrier. The groupie, Jenna, was on her knees and crawling toward Chase, who was backing away from her, toward me. She had his belt in her hands, and had clearly fallen to her knees to try to go down on him, but had only managed to snag his belt off him before he got away.
    The little bitch saw me at that moment and paled, scrambling to her feet and dropping the belt. Chase spun in place, eyes flying wide.
    “Jamie!” He took a step toward me, and I held out my hand to stop him. He halted, sucking in a harsh breath. “I didn’t do anything, Jay! I swear!”
    “I saw everything, baby.” I cut my eyes at him, let them soften so he’d know I wasn’t mad at him. I then fixed my glare on the groupie. “You. What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
    “I—I—I’m sorry, Jamie, I mean, Mrs. Delany. I just, I wanted—” She shook her head, bleached hair flying.
    Mrs. Delany , I thought. I like the sound of that .  
    “You wanted a piece of Chase,” I said, my voice deceptively calm. “I can understand that. He’s a hot piece of man. But the problem here is that he’s my husband.”
    She took a step backward, away from me, as I stalked closer. “I know, I’m sorry—”
    I was within striking distance now, but I wanted to make my point first. “That’s right, you are sorry. You’re a sorry piece-of-shit whore.” I was caught up in the rage