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Gary guy is, he must be the captain of morons. There is no way in hell that blonde tart was ever hotter than this woman.
    "Come on, Shay." Bebe grabs her hand and helps her to her feet. "I’ll take you home."
    Shay takes her hand and wobbles a little as she stands. "No. We can stay. I seriously doubt she called the cops. Paula probably has a ton of warrants out for her and only her friends seemed to notice the fight. I need to fix my makeup and I need a shot of JD."
    Shay glances in my direction.
    I’m drowning in the most beautiful pair of sea green eyes I’ve ever seen. My mind freezes. I have no idea what to say.
    She gasps, then darts past me into the sanctuary of the club.
    And...Apparently my staring has embarrassed her.
    "Go make sure she’s okay," the guy says to Bebe.
    Bebe laughs and moves past me, giving me a smile and a wink, then heads back into Harper’s.
    “The fuck are you looking at?" The guy glares at me, his tone promising a world of hurt.
    Given the conversation I just overheard, this dude isn’t Shay’s boyfriend. He’s more than likely Bebe’s.
    "Not Bebe." I take out a blunt from my pocket. "I just came out to smoke. You want a hit?"
    Normally my shit is my shit. I don’t share with guys I don’t know, but I want information on Shay. What a beautiful name. Kinda reminds me of a fairy—something that belongs in movies like The Lord of the Rings , Willow , or A Midsummer Night’s Dream .
    Lighting up, I take a few deep hits and hold the blunt out to him.
    He looks at the door, runs a hand over his shaved head, and takes it. "Yeah, might as well. They could be a while."
    Bingo. I exhale. "So, what’s wrong with the girl?"
    He takes a deep inhale and quickly releases it with a huge coughing fit.
    Amateur . The longer you hold it in, the better the high. But that coughing fit will do the job so the hit wasn’t wasted.
    "Shay?" He coughs a final time then clears his throat. "You don’t wanna know. She’s full of issues, man." He arches his brows then they pull down tight. "Stay away from her. She’s got a whole lotta problems and an eight year old to worry about."
    Whoa . I hold up my hands. I tweaked this guy’s guitar string wrong. "I was just curious. When I see a woman cry, I want know why. It’s a common reaction."
    He stares at me like he wants to play the drums on my face, then nods and heads for the door.
    If I hadn’t done a show tonight and was in the audience, I probably would have bought the guy a beer and grilled him about Shay. Entering into the crowd now, though? I don’t want to get hounded by horny women and their alcohol-infused boyfriends. Plus, I’ve got equipment to load.
    As much as I want to get to know Shay, I’m against it. She must be on the rebound and that’s what that dancing was about. She wanted to prove she still had it. I see it all the time. Boyfriends making their women think that they can’t do any better than their worthless asses. So the second they’re free they feel the need to prove themselves. My dick is telling me to prove it to her. But my mind doesn’t want the hassle of listening to her problems. I got enough of my own with Rictor.
    I take another deep inhale off my blunt and think back to when I was on stage with my band. He messed up our performance. His fingers were like heavy weights on his guitar and he kept skipping notes. The audience didn’t seem to notice. I did. And sure as shit Emily Rhines noticed. I watched her leave halfway through our set.
    Punching through the doors, I head back stage. Last straw. Rictor’s out.
     
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    Walking up to our dressing room, the door crashes open. Bryan and Rictor go flying into the far wall. When I left for Adam’s set it was just Wiley, Lina, and Bryan in there chilling out. Something must have gone down.
    "You asshole!" Bryan screams in Rictor’s face as he bangs him into the brick. "Lina’s mine!"
    Oh shit! I look into the dressing room. Lina's crying. She’s sitting on the