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met Wade's
glittering gaze, and he gave her a smug grin, then pulled the
redhead against him and ground his hips against her. That's when
Jess realized what he was doing...he was playing games with
her...purposely trying to get her goat, because she'd rejected him
earlier.
     
    Well, two could play his game, and she was
afraid he'd come out the loser here, because Jess always played to win. And her luck was running, because the next song in
the line up was 'Love Me Like a Man', a bluesy guitar solo that was
intended to heat things up, and he better put on his asbestos
underwear, because the song was one of Jess's favorites.
     
    The band finished playing, and rested,
because they knew this was a solo for her. She grabbed her electric
guitar, and plugged it in then put the strap over her head and shot
Wade a cocky grin, before she strutted to the edge of the stage and
took a wide spread stance in front of a good looking cowboy in a
black Stetson, probably in his early twenties, and winked at him.
He tipped his hat back and fanned himself, then grinned up at her
dreamily. She started strumming the strings, making love to her
guitar, because that's what this song called for.
     
    Rotating her hips in time with the sexy
rhythm, she crooned to the man, then when she got to the
instrumental part, she sank to her knees in front of him and
played. When she got to the last line of the song, she leaned
forward giving him a good look at her new and improved baby
boobage, then licked her lips and sang, "I want a lover I won't
have to work to understand...don't put yourself above me,
baby...just love me like a man." The guy looked shell-shocked, his
face was frozen in a smile, and Jess wanted to laugh, but she just
stood back up then smiled and blew him a kiss.
     
    When she turned around she was glad to see
Jazzie was there rosining up her bow. She gave her a smile, then
walked over to her. "Bout damned time, sugar," she told her then
took a long drink from the water bottle she had on a stool.
     
    "Was that because you're interested in that
kid, or because someone else was watching?" Jazzie asked her with a
grin, but Jess saw the concern in her friend's dark eyes.
     
    "Maybe both?" Jess said coyly, then told her
best friend, "He's messing with me sugar, and he deserves to be
tortured. He's been bumping and grinding that redhead just to
punish me for rejecting him earlier. How'd you know he was here
anyway?"
     
    "Travis told me what happened earlier, and I
figured it out. I wanted the whole scoop, so that's why I'm late,"
Jazzie told her then huffed out a breath.
     
    Fear coursed through Jess and she asked,
"You didn't tell him did you?"
     
    Jazzie snorted then grinned, "Hell no, we
have pinkie swear on that one, right?"
     
    "Damn right we do--and those are solemn,"
Jess said then added, "Now help me punish the bastard. We're going
to finish this first set with Angel...let everyone know will
you?"
     
    "You got it, girlfriend," Jazzie said with a
smug grin, "We moving to our regular set, until then?"
     
    "Yeah, let's do this thing," Jess said then
walked to the mike again. They played for forty-five minutes or so,
and the crowd was getting thicker. With the sun was going down,
more people were dancing too. The cheap seats in front of the stage
were filled except one spot, and when a tall good-looking guy with
the prettiest green eyes she'd ever seen sat down and smiled up at
her, she knew she'd found her 'Angel'.
     
    When she finished the song they were
playing, Jess raised her hand to let the band know this was the
last song of the set, then turned around and grabbed her electric
guitar and pulled the strap over her head.
     
    When the drum roll started, she strummed her
fingers over the strings and made the guitar whine, then walked to
the mike and latched her gaze onto the green-eyed cowboy before she
started singing to him. Surprise flashed across his face, then he
flushed and grinned, before shifting his position to put his