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Mitch’s. Holly quirked a brow; when was Tanya ever shy? “Now believe it or not, your choice,” Tommy continued, tilting his head in Benny’s direction. “This man gets more groupies than Drew, our bassist.”
     
    “What about me?” an English-accented voice asked from inside the bus.
     
    “He said you don’t get laid very much,” another, this time American, voice replied.
     
    Tommy led the three into the bus. There was actually a larger opening behind Benny’s chair where the band and any guests could squeeze through with ease. The inside of the bus was absolutely stunning, Holly realized as she followed Tommy deeper into the heart of the vehicle. It reminded her of a condensed living room, with couches and televisions strewn about in the center of the room. Everything appeared to be attached so if Benny stopped sharply, nothing would move, and more importantly, nothing would break. Windows adorned either side of the bus, allowing the seepage of sunlight to soak through the tinted glass.
     
    There were two men occupying one of the couches and Holly assumed these were the two who had made the comments they had just heard. One must have been in his early to mid-twenties, much younger than the rest of the band, probably a replacement of some sorts. He was incredibly handsome, with chiseled features and dark blond hair that tumbled down in tangled waves until it reached his shoulder. He had a steely cool gaze with azure colored eyes, and his red lips were curled into what seemed to be some sort of smile. He was tall, maybe six foot, and from what Holly could see, he was very well-built. He was wearing a forest green T-shirt that clung to his body rather nicely, worn-in jeans with a hole in the knee, and black combat boots that differed from Benny’s in the fact that they looked new. He noticed Holly’s gaze and his smirk deepened. Instead of being ashamed in any way, she met his eyes coolly before studying the man next to him. The thought that she was checking him out didn’t even register in her mind; logically, she was merely studying him.
     
    The second man looked to be in Tommy’s age range, with shaggy chestnut hair that fell into his face. His golden eyes were warm, matching the amused smile that was currently occupying his lips. He had a dark goatee that looked well-maintained, though Holly could spot one or two grey hairs residing in the small patch. He was probably an inch or so shorter than the younger man next to him, and though his body wasn’t as defined, he exuded an approachability the younger man didn’t have. He was wearing a long-sleeved black shirt with some sort of logo splattered across it in what looked like white graffiti. He, too, was wearing jeans that fit his frame quite nicely, but his had a big, large belt buckle as an accessory that drew attention to his crotch. On his feet were used Nike sneakers.
     
    “This,” Tommy said, motioning to the younger man, “is Sean. And this,” he motioned to the older man, “is Drew. Sean is our guitarist and Drew is our bassist. Boys, this is Holly, our resident psychologist. If you need to get anything off your chest, feel free to visit her.”
     
    “I’d like to come to her to get my shirt off my chest,” Sean muttered under his breath, causing both men to laugh and high five each other. Holly rolled her eyes at the immaturity of the two before her.
     
    “And this is Mitch’s gal pal, Tanya,” Tommy concluded. Again, Tanya waved shyly, a heavy blush tainting her cheeks. Holly arched a brow at this; was her shyness some kind of response to her new interest in Mitch? “Don’t harass the guests, boys,” Tommy teased, though there was a small warning inflection in his playful tone, and his green eyes darkened just slightly. “They’ll be on tour for a while.” His eyes flickered over to Mitch and he grinned. “Although I’m sure Tanya would be more than willing to have you harass her, Mitch.”
     
    Mitch rolled his eyes and