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around. 
    “Good morning,” I nearly whisper from behind Linc.
    Linc shoots me a glare and adjusts so that he is sure he is covering me. That reminds me of what I look like this morning. I have to have some serious bed hair and I need to brush my teeth. I run my hands through my hair in a wasted attempt to tame it while trying to think of anything cool to say.
    “You guys want some coffee,” Rage offers.
    “No, I don’t drink coffee,” I say as I step around Linc.
    “No thanks,” Linc bites out as he places his hands on my waist protectively.
    “So … do you guys think I may be a fit for the band,” I ask not able to think of anything else.
    “Coffee first, the guys are all getting up. We all crashed here last night,” Rage yawns as he looks up from the coffeemaker then frowns at me. “And I think maybe you should put on some pants and a bra before we tell you anything.”
    I looked down and bite my lip. Linc snorts and pushes me toward the stairs. “Totally agree,” Linc mutters. “Look Kit, I need my car and some sleep. It will take her twenty minutes dude.” Linc directs the last part to Rage.
    “It’s Rage, and take your time, me and the band need to talk things over first anyway.”
    “I’ll be right back,” I say to Linc before barreling up the stairs.
    I run to brush my teeth and throw on my jeans and my boots. I laugh at Rage’s suggestion for a bra. I don’t even own that many, despite being a nice full D cup I rarely wear them. My girls are nice and perky, besides I hate being bound up. I grabbed my leather and slap Mandy on the butt as I walk out of the room.
    “Be back Mandy, taking Linc to get his ride,” I call over my shoulder.
    “Ugh, why are you so loud,” she groans and throws her pillow.
    I chuckle and dodge the pillow. Mandy always has the worse hangovers. I laugh as I jog downstairs. As I turn the corner and the guys come into view I notice the change in the atmosphere. You could almost cut it with a knife. Linc’s back is rigid and he looks as if he wants to lunge at Rage. Rage’s face looks severe and his mouth is twisted like he taste something bad.
    “Hey,” I say as I walk up to Linc and touch his arm.
    “Hey babe, you ready,” Linc asks as he wraps his arms around my waist and kisses the top of my head.
    “Yeah, you driving,” I ask as I turn for the door.
    “You bet,” Linc laughs. He never likes riding behind me, even if we are on my bike.
    Linc has his own bike that his little brother crashed two months ago and his Mustang broke down yesterday, that’s why I offered him my Ducati. It is always funny to watch his huge frame on my pink and black bike. Not that my bike is girlie or anything but seeing Linc on anything with just a little pink is hilarious. I put on my helmet and climb on behind Linc. As I look up I see Nolan looking like his nickname, Rage. I lock my arms around Linc and Linc lets the engine growl beneath us.
    We take off before I can process the look on Rage’s face. It makes me wonder what was going on between the two of them before I came downstairs. I know Linc knows how important this gig is to me. I hope he didn’t threaten Rage thinking he was protecting me.
    We pull into the garage where Linc’s baby is getting fixed up and I step off my bike and take off my helmet. Linc swings his leg over and steps in front of me. He watches my face for a few minutes before he decides to speak. I know Linc and he has something on his mind. He is just piecing it together before he says it out loud, which means there is a great chance that I am not going to like it one bit. 
    “Look, it will just take me a sec to get my car and I’ll be right back. I have something I want to talk to you about. Will you please wait for me?”
    “Okay,” I smile up at him to reassure him that I will wait and that he can talk to me.
    I rest my helmet on the seat and start to look my baby over to make sure that Linc brought her back safe. It doesn’t take long for