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his light mustache and goatee. My eyes shifted to his lips and again, I wanted to slap myself. It was unlike me to even notice the things I’d noticed since I stepped into the den of sin, also known as the home of Blow Hole, and I wasn’t about to let the disgusting pheromones that lingered in the air get to me.
    Tiny’s dark , angry eyes dug into mine and I suddenly felt exposed. I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair to make sure I had no strays poking out, and then I turned away from him. Even without looking at him, I could feel his gaze on the side of my face. I didn’t like it.
    Just when I was close to telling him off, Finn came back into the room and crashed onto the couch. Behind him, Zeke, the lead guitarist , came limping in. A cast covered his picking hand and instantly I felt for him. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to not be able to play. He looked at me in confusion as he sat down.
    As far as I was concerned, Zeke was one of the best guitarist s I’d ever heard. His technique was unusual, but the sounds that came from his strings were amazing. I’d practiced his sound since the first time I’d heard them play on the radio. I’d once see them from afar in concert at a bar in Los Angeles, but the boys were playing bigger venues these days.
    “So where’s the replacement guitarist? Zeke asked in aggravation.
    The room filled with laughter like I was a joke, and it pissed me off. I stood and crossed my arms to show them I wasn’t dicking around.
    “That would be me ,” I said sternly.
    Zeke looked me up and down without a drop of sexual awareness in his gaze , and I appreciated the fact that he was simply sizing me up, not checking me out. It probably had something to do with the petite blond that had followed him into the room.
    “Is that so?” he asked.
    He was acting cocky, and honestly, he had every right to be.
    “Yep. Want me to play or what?” I asked.
    Everything depended on this job and while I knew some would call me stupid for being such a bitch, I knew the boys would appreciate it. I’d been a part of their world before. I knew all about the girls that chased rockers around with their legs open. I was sure it was refreshing to have a woman in their presence who didn’t drool all over them. I’d definitely checked them out, but I wasn’t the drooling type . Not to mention, I knew band boys weren’t for me—at all.
    Zeke looked around the room at the rest of the guys. “Is this some kind of joke?” he asked.
    Again, the boys burst out in laughter, which did nothing but make me madder.
    “It’s not a fucking joke. Quit being a chauvinistic asshole. Either you want me to fucking play or not. Say something and quit wasting my goddamn time ,” I snapped.
    His stern expression cracked into an appreciative smile. “Then play ,” he said with a careless shrug.
    Stepping over to my guitar case, I flipped it open and pulled out my baby. It was a candy apple -red Les Paul from my dad. I barely played it, but I thought of this audition as a special occasion. The boys of Blow Hole didn’t need to see my normal guitar.
    I strapped it on, took a deep breath, and began to play. My fingers dug into the strings and I closed my eyes and let go of everything. Rips and grinds filled the condo , bouncing off the walls and shaking the windows. I mimicked Zeke’s playing perfectly. I even ripped through his unique chords that other guitarist seemed to have a hard time with.
    I played an entire song and no one stopped me. When I was done, I unhooked my strap and set my guitar back in its case. The room around me was silent , and when I looked up, looks of shock stared back at me.
    The only girl in the room, the tiny blond e with ice-blue eyes, began to clap.
    “That was amazing!” she said with a smile.
    I nodded at her compliment and turned my attention back to Zeke. He stared at me with angry eyes. That was his thing. I don’t think I’d ever seen a real smile from him