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heart, yearning to reach out and gather her in his arms and kiss every worry she ever had away.
    He’d always heard tales of the wolf half of a person choosing their mate, but he never actually thought he’d settle down, especially not while the band was still riding on the crest of fame. This should’ve been his party years and all of a sudden, the idea of sleeping with a woman other than Charlie didn’t tempt him in the least.
    He’d keep her. Until the end of the tour and, if he had it his way, until the end of their lives. Zane ambled to his feet and strode from the empty stadium, careful to avoid possible fans lurking around the corner. The sunlight cast a bright spring haze across everything and brought a tinge of afternoon heat to the air.
    Pulling the keychain from his pocket, Zane unlocked his trailer and climbed the steps, shutting and locking the door behind him. He flicked on the lights out of habit, though the sun was so bright that they did nothing more than glow dimly, and he gathered a half-empty jar of instant coffee and a mug of water. Microwaving it for a minute-thirty, he poured double the granules into the cup and watched the liquid turn dark.
    Then he contradicted it with two scoops of creamer and a pile of sugar, sipping it until it was sweet enough. He’d never particularly liked coffee—he just drank it for the zip of caffeine and after only having about four hours of solid sleep, he knew he’d be dragging by two in the afternoon.
    He turned the TV on and flipped aimlessly through the channels. Settling on infomercials, he sprawled out on the couch and let his mind wander. How could he keep Charlie? If he could get her to stick by his side long enough to get to know the real him, not the careless-rock star façade he showed the world… If he could get her to fall for him until the feelings he held for her were mutual…
    When he surfaced from his thoughts, his coffee was cold. But he had a plan. A slightly devious plan, but a plan that should work. No. A plan that would work. But he couldn’t pull it off by himself. Maybe it was time to gather the guys. At least Micah and Parker; Benji had the tendency to let things slip. The poor guy just couldn’t keep secrets to save his ass.
    He found himself at Parker’s trailer, rapping on the door. The other wolf answered, half naked, but looking perky and not the least bit hung-over, despite probably partying hard last night. “Hey, long time, no see. You get lost? Find yourself a nice little tail to chase?” Parker grinned wide, knowingly. No doubt he smelled Charlie on Zane’s skin.
    “Something like that. Get some clothes on and meet me at Micah’s trailer.” He didn’t wait for an answer—he was their boss and they knew it—so he just turned and walked off. Micah took twice as long to answer his door and unlike their keyboardist, he looked like he was still smashed. He blinked wearily at Zane, who smiled. “Have a good night?”
    “Mnn.” Micah shuffled back into the darkness of his trailer and Zane followed him in. A minute later, Parker bounded in as well and they made themselves comfortable on the couch. Micah scrubbed both hands over his face and moaned again. “Killer headache.”
    “Killer party,” Parker shot back. “You just drank too much.”
    “Yeah, you look like shit, man,” Zane offered, not so helpfully.
    “Fuck off.”
    “Easy. Take a couple aspirin, chase it with coffee. Push through the pain. I need you to focus.” Zane leaned forward on the couch, elbows perched on his knees. His band mates looked at him, curiosity brightening their eyes, and he smiled. “I have a plan to keep Charlie.”
    “Thought she was leaving?”
    “She is. Well, she plans on it. But I want to change her mind.”
    Parker waggled his eyebrows. “So that’s where you were last night? How was she? I bet she’s like a bucking bronco—”
    “Watch it, Wilde.” The words came out on a growl loud enough to make the younger wolf jerk