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ride.
    “Buckle up, Mr. O’Riley, and where are we off to?” The pilot cupped him on the shoulder.
    Fuck, I hadn’t thought that part through.
    “I guess my place. You can land in the backyard.”
    “You sure you don’t want a bit more privacy, sir?”
    “Nah, I can’t leave the area, too much going on in the band and with my family. I may be a selfish dick, but I’m not going to leave town until things calm down. Beside we have practice and shows coming up.”
    “All right.”
    Jimmy whipped out his cell and sent the band and his mother a group message.
    Left the hospital going home. Will call everyone later. Trish sent me a helicopter.
    After hitting send, the pilot lifted off. Jimmy turned his phone off and closed his eyes for the duration of the flight.

 
     
    Chapter Two
     
     
    The Present
     
    In the dimly lit bar, Jimmy sat next to Jackson. He tossed back a shot of whiskey and chased it with a beer. The band on stage lacked anything remotely remarkable. “You sure this next band is good?”
    “Damn good. The lead singer is over there sitting with her band chatting.” Jackson pointed.
    Jimmy followed his line of vision. He cocked his head to the side and leaned back in the chair. His boy looked rattled. Jackson shared a coconspirator glance with him. The sexy vision in black stood and his dick got hard. “Damn. I’d fuck the shit out of her.” He chuckled. The smile melted off his face as she turned around and gave him a clear shot of her face. “Sam.” Her name fell off his lips in surprise. Where the fuck were her clothes and glasses? The exotic bombshell striding his way carried herself with raw sensuality. He groaned inwardly upon inhaling her signature scent. For the life of him he didn’t see her hand hurtling toward his face until his head snapped back and pain bloomed across his left cheek.
    Fearless, she stood toe to toe with him, waiting for his response. Jackson moved in blocking her from him. “Hey girlie, chill out. This is your night, simmer down, darlin’. Jimmy, you cool?”
    Jimmy licked his bottom lip and cracked his jaw. He loomed over Sammera. “Yeah, Sam and I go way back. I had that one coming. S’good.”
    “Good, I’m going to enjoy my beer.” Jackson moved from between them and took his seat.
    “Follow me, now.” Jimmy didn’t leave room for her to argue. He slammed through the bodies, out the back entrance of the club, the echo of Sameera’s heels clicking on the floor as she followed him out.
    “You done hitting and cussing me out in Arabic yet?” He spun on her, pinning her to the wall, blocking her from landing a shot to his balls.
    “I’ve been waiting two years to slap you-you selfish smug asshole.” Sameera wrenched out of his hold, ducking under his arm. “I have a show to prepare for. Don’t fuck this up for me, J.J. My boys deserve this shot, no matter how you feel about me.”
    Slackening his hold, he allowed her to pass him and followed. When he returned to his seat, he noticed Carlie perched on Jackson’s lap. In all the years he knew Sameera, she never showed skin. Even as a teen she wore clothing covering her from head to toe. It wasn’t until she got popular playing cello she wore American clothes, ditching the traditional Muslim clothing. At Miles’ funeral she wore traditional black, her body mostly covered, minimal makeup and her glasses. For the posters of her soloist concerts, she wore long flowing skirts and long shirts. Who was this sexy woman taking the stage?
    The opening strains of the first song gripped him, as well as everyone in his band and the audience. Her fingers caressed the guitar strings and he loved the way she tossed back her hair and stuck out her hip to play a solo.
    “Damn, she’s good.” Garrick clapped him on the back. “I know you two have some issues but, bro, we’d be stupid not to grab her up before someone else does.”
    Jimmy rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, I taught her guitar. Never thought