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eighties music as well.
    “It sounds like your music, Sadie,” Jessa chimes in from the back seat. I can’t turn around to give her a dirty look so I stay quiet. Brady looks my way and grins, waiting for me to say something.
    “I’m pleading the Fifth.” I slightly smile and stare ahead, trying to ignore him staring at me.
    “Me too.” He smiles and turns back toward the road, putting the car in drive.
     
    Aces is an actual bar, not like the place I saw The Invisibles play last week. The stage is situated to the right and booths line the wall along the windows. Tables fill the floor with a small bar in the corner on the left.
    Brady grabs my hand and leads me to a circular booth off to the right of the stage, motioning for me to get in. The bar seems empty except for a few middle-aged men sitting in the stools around the bar and a few couples occupying the tables.
    “We have to get everything set up. Do you want something to drink?” Brady asks, staying on the outside of the booth while Jessa and I scoot in.
    “No, I’m fine. Thank you.”
    “Alright. It won’t be long,” he says hesitantly, standing by the table.
    “Jeez. Just go. I’ll take care of her,” Jessa impatiently tells him.
    Brady grins and turns around to head down the hallway.
    “Be nice, Jessa. He’s just being polite,” I tell her.
    “That was nice. I could have told him to go get his fucking equipment and give you some damn breathing room,” she responds, straight-faced.
    “God, Jessa,” I sigh.
    “Well, he can’t stop staring at you. It’s making me sick. Just look now.” She motions her head to Brady, who is walking back down the hall holding a large, black square box. His eyes are set on me the whole time. When our eyes meet, he winks.
    “Whatever.” I ignore her comment. I’m in his direct line of vision.
    Three other guys follow Brady up on stage. The first has a guitar swung over his shoulder, carrying a piece of the drum kit. He has spiky black hair with an eyebrow ring and a huge tattoo that covers his elbow. After he places the drum down, he glances our way and his stunning blue eyes set me back. One side of his mouth turns up in interest, staring between Jessa and me.
    The next guy has another guitar instrument across his back and symbols fill his arms. He is shorter than Brady and has dreamy blue eyes, but his body is completely rock hard. His shirt is so tight you can almost make out every curve and crevice in his chest and shoulders. Buzzed brown hair covers his head and I don’t see any piercings or tattoos on him, but black boots cover the bottom of his black jeans.
    The last band member lingers a few steps behind holding two drums, a pair of drumsticks sticking out of his back pocket. He is wearing a black tank top, but you would think it was a full shirt with all the tattoos covering his chest and arms. His hair is tucked behind a baseball cap that rests backward on his head. His appearance intimidates me, showing me again how out of place I am in Brady’s world.
    “Holy shit. Check out his band. I would take any one of them.” Jessa gawks up at the stage with wide eyes, like it’s a buffet.
    “Haven’t you seen them before?” I inquire.
    “Just last week and I was a little occupied,” she says with a smile.
    “Oh yeah, Mr. Rebel,” I utter in disgust, reminded of her tongue down his throat.
    “I’m getting all hot just thinking about him,” she says, waving her hand rapidly across her face.
    “I sure as shit hope you are talking about me.” The dark, spiky-haired guy sits down next to Jessa, his eyes roaming across her body.
    “Um…no.” She turns her whole body my way, putting her back toward him.
    “Give me five minutes and you will be,” he responds to her back. Jessa remains quiet which surprises me. In the month I have known her, she has never once held her tongue. She transferred here as well which makes me wonder if there’s something in her past she’s running from, but I never