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like I was king of the whole damn world.
    "Well, I vomited all over the floor." She giggled at this, turning the most adorable shade of pink. "Then I stood back up again, and went to bed."
    Lil Bit shook her head. "And you guys never talked about it."
    "What's to talk about?" I asked her lazily, accepting the whiskey she poured in a glass for me. "Annie made it clear I was never going to find out, not from her anyway." I raised my glass. "But I'll tell you one thing, I never fucking touched vodka again."
    Liliana burst out laughing, then padded over to me, her cherry red toenails sinking into the deep pile of the hotel carpet. I opened my arms, and she settled next me with a sigh, using my shoulder as a pillow. "Poor Jaxson," she teased, brushing her fingers down my face.
    I was instantly hard for her. I walked around in those days in a state of perpetual hard on, and having her tight little body all snuggled up next to mine did nothing to help that. I was a typical seventeen-year-old, driven solely by lust and hormones, but with Lily it was something more.
    Lily was worth waiting for.
    "Poor me," I agreed, running my hand along the slip of her waist. "God, you are just the tiniest little thing, I think when we leave again, I'm just going to stuff you in my suitcase and take you with me."
    "You probably could."
    Her face was so deadly serious that I had to laugh.
    "I'm serious!" she protested. "I used to play that game when I was a kid. I called it ‘The Invisibility Game.’ I stuffed myself into these impossible little places and see how long my parents would go before they noticed I was gone."
    I leaned back. She told me stories about the so-called parents of hers. "How long?" I asked.
    She shook her head, those chocolate eyes registering pain that I hoped that never see again. "Way too fucking long," she said.
    "I can't even imagine," I told her, and kissed across her eager lips. "If my Lil Bit was missing for more than fifteen minutes, I'd call out the damn search party. I'd have detectives combing this area with bloodhounds in seconds, I promise you that."
    "You are such a weirdo," she sighed.
    But I could tell she was happy.
    Call it young love, first love, puppy love—whatever the hell I had with her, we were happy. I was happy. Probably the happiest I had ever been. But that was before I made everything go to shit.
    Now I was going to have to see her again.
    I fully expected her to punch me in the face.
    "All right, Jax, I think that's enough for today." Blackbird guy pinched the bridge of his nose, like my singing was causing him pain. It was causing me pain, I knew that much. Feeling relieved and angry in equal measure, I hung up my mic and slunk my way back toward the booth.
    "You don't have to say anything. I know," I told Annie.
    Annie didn't say anything, but Nails did. "What the hell happened in there?" the big guy asked, showing something like genuine concern.
    What was I going to say? The thought of seeing his daughter again had me all thrown off? "Got a lot on my mind," I said curtly.
    "I'll send the car, have them take you back to the house," Annie said. Periodically she showed signs of maternal feeling, and it always caught me by surprise.
    "Fine. Just let me take a piss." The whiskey had traveled right through me without having any effect. I felt clammy with the stink of failure. I needed a shower, stat.
    "I gotta go get Liliana at the airport." Nails smacked a gross kiss on my mother's lips.
    "Come back to me soon," she simpered.
    "Yeah, I'm out of here," I snarled and pushed my way into the men's room. The flickering fluorescent light made my reflection look sallow and unappealing, the bags under my eyes deep purple, the electric blue of my hair a sickly shade of green. This couldn't be the Jaxson who greeted Liliana for the first time in over year. I needed to get my shit together before she came home to me.
    I straightened up and tried to shoot myself a cocky smile. "Hey, Lil Bit," I practiced. "How