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letting men control the
direction of her life. Why would she take that chance? She barely
knew Wade Roberts, and didn't trust men in general thanks to Ray,
and her daddy.
     
    Even though Wade had been an equal
participant in Angel's creation, their time together had been a one shot deal, they both understood that, and since Wade
Roberts had done the responsible thing and used a condom every
time, all four times, he didn't deserve to have his life
upended like hers had been anyway.
     
    It wasn't his fault that he had just been
unlucky enough to be in the two percent that the label on the box
warned about. Jess felt lucky though, she hit the lottery...she got
Angel, her baby girl...and she wasn't sharing.
     
    Jess shook herself to clear her head and
walked outside of the curtain and up the stairs to the stage.
Jazzie wasn't here yet, and people were standing around talking
under the tent. They'd probably have to start without her, which
wasn't a big deal, they had songs they could do without a
fiddler.
     
    She walked back to the drum set and smiled
at her big, brawny and multi-tattooed drummer, Denver. "Hey
Den...let's start off with the Bonnie Raitt list, until Jazzie gets
here, whatcha think?"
     
    "Sounds good, babe--let's give em something
to talk about?" he said and grinned.
     
    "Yup...I'll let everyone know," she said
with a wink, then told the guitar players, before she walked back
to the mike, then said, "Hi, everybody, I'm Jess Sparks and this is
my band, she stepped aside and said, "That's Denver on the drums,"
and waited while he did a little solo, then said "And that's Big
Mike on the bass guitar," and he pounded out some heavy beats, then
she said, "And last but not least, our ever so talented lead
guitarist, Tony..." and after he shredded like he was lead in a
heavy metal band, he switched to some country swing then
nodded.
     
    Jess stepped back to the mike and looked
around the room and then purred, "Let's Give 'Em Something to Talk
About, guys," then Denver started the slow sexy beat and she hummed
then growled out the song, like her idol, Bonnie Raitt, but with a
Jess Sparks twist.
     
    Although there weren't many people there
yet, the couples who were there migrated to the dance floor, and
started belly-rubbing to the tune. Her eyes moved over the dancers
and they stopped as did her heart, when she saw Wade Roberts,
dancing with a tall leggy redhead. She swallowed down the spurt of
jealousy that clutched her heart, because they looked like they
knew each other well. Wade had his hands on her ass and she was
stuck to him like glue. It looked like he was singing the damned
song to her. When he gave the woman that sexy grin of his and that
dimple dented his cheek, Jess missed a note, then turned aside and
coughed, before picking back up at the melody.
     
    Yeah, she'd told him to get lost, but she
didn't want to have to see him practically making out with another
woman in front of her. Now, she was sorry she'd picked the Bonnie
Raitt run, because those were slow sexy songs, and she'd have to
sing them and watch him.
     
    When she finished the last note, tears stung
her eyes as the band started the opening notes for 'I Can't Make
You Love Me', so she closed her eyes and pretended to be into the
song, so she didn't have to see what was going on. It was the
longest three minutes of her life, but she knew the torture wasn't
over...because next on the playlist was 'Love Sneaking Up on
You'.
     
    Jess sucked in a deep breath and let it go,
she had to get over herself, and give these people the show her
client was paying for, whether or not the sight of Wade Roberts
with the redhead was tearing her heart out. She was a professional,
and this is what she did for a living.
     
    She stiffened her spine, and jerked the mike
off the stand, then when the band finished the intro, she worked
the stage and teased the few cowboys at the table lining the stage
as she sang, and they whistled.
     
    When she looked up, her eyes