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    She waved her hand in the air like she was rushing my answer. I used my beer to point to the back room where the sounds were slowly starting to rise again.
    “I’m going to kick both of their asses.” Constance growled and Finn held out an arm to stop her.
    “No, I’m going to fuck him up. I thought I said no hos tonight ,” Finn said as he pulled a baggy out of his back pocket and started to roll a blunt.
    “Guess he missed the memo ,” I said dryly as I took a swig from my beer.
    Jealous y swirled deep in my stomach. I loved women just as much as the next guy, everything about them, their smell and the way they felt in my arms. And I was pretty sure I’d love their touch, but that was something I shied away from. I hadn’t been touched by a girl in years. Not since before the accident, before the scars.
    “In my fucking bed. Now I’m going to have to burn the sheets ,” Constance mumbled as she flipped open her case and pulled out her guitar.
    She’d been on the bus with us for three days and already she was fitting in. Although, we didn’t talk much. Finn had taken her under his wing and she seemed comfortable enough with him to allow it. Finn, spending most of his life in foster homes, was good at taking care of younger girls in a non-sexual way. He and Constance took no time falling into a brother-sister role.
    Even though she and I didn’t talk, I loved watching her play. Something about the way she held her guitar and the way her feminine hands looked when she played. It was erotic to me somehow. She’d close her eyes like the music felt good to her, and I’d spring a massive hard-on like never before. Everything about her turned me on, which turned me inside out.
    Instead of sitting and watching her play, I stood and went to lie down on my bunk. The bus shifted beneath my feet, and I knew I’d mixed too many pills with my beer. It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.
    I jumped up into my bunk and hummed softly as she played “Inconsiderate Psycho,” my favorite song from our album. My eyes grew heavy and I fell asleep with her strumming in my ears and pain pills and beer swimming in my stomach.
     
     
    I woke to silence. The sway of the bus let me know we were back on the road. The sounds of the cars on the interstate around us hummed, making the ride somewhat soothing, but the bunk dug into my back, making me wish we were back at the condo.
    We had to be in New York the next day to set up for our first show without Zeke. I was nervous as hell for Constance, but she seemed pretty confident. She had a good reason for that confidence. She was damn good—just as good as Zeke.
    I turned onto my side and my stomach rolled. Heat filled my gut and I knew what was coming. Sitting up quickly, I jumped from my bunk and landed hard on the floor. I moved down the skinny hallway to the bathroom , knocking my elbows into the walls and tripping over shoes. My knees touched the cold tile floor and my stomach emptied into the toilet at the same time.
    Getting sick wasn’t foreign to me. As a matter of fact, it happened at least once a week. When the pain came, I’d shut it down as much as could. And honestly, I took the pills even when I wasn’t in pain. They were my choice of drug. The relaxation and comfort they brought me was needed when I felt like the world was closing in on me.
    I heaved and my body twitched as I threw up. It was my body’s warning to never do it again. I didn’t take kindly to warnings. As far as I was concerned, my body could go straight to hell. Of course, my body was already in hell so it wasn’t much of a trip.
    I flushed when I was done and sat back against the wall with my eyes closed. If I opened them, I’d get sick again. The soothing movement of the bus suddenly felt like torture.
    “Are you okay?” Constance asked from the bathroom door.
    Her voice wasn’t soft like most women. She had a naturally raspy voice—a singer ’s voice. It was sexy