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for you to get up.”
    “Ugh.” I rolled to my side and thrust a pillow over my head.
    “Five minutes!”
    My door closed and I sat up in bed. I should have taken the sleeping pills Paul had given me. Maybe then, I’d get a good night’s sleep.
     
    ~*~
    Vegas wore me out. We did a two-hour show and my fingers went numb after the first hour. One of our number one hits had a riff that tore me up every time. Axel stood just off stage and his mere presence relaxed me. I don’t know why; he’s scary as fuck.
    I chuckled as I rinsed my hair under the warm water. This hotel suite was also ritzy as fuck. I was tired and sore and just wanted a bed.
    I walked out into the kitchen area and found Axel standing over the stove.
    “What are you doing?”
    “It’s called cooking. I hate eating out at restaurants all the time so I’m making us some chicken.”
    “Chicken?”
    “Oh God, don’t tell me you’re a vegan or a vegetarian.”
    “Fuck, no. I love meat.”
    Axel chuckled and I knew my cheeks were instantly red. I was with this man twenty-four hours a day and drooling over him for half of that. Okay, more than half. Who wouldn’t, though? He was sexy.
    “Do you need any help?” I asked.
    “Nope, just about done. Have a seat.”
    I sat down and eyed Axel’s ass in sweatpants. It was perfect, rounded and perky. Totally biteable.
    “Here ya go.” Axel set a plate in front of me.
    I stared down at my plate of chicken with broccoli in some sort of sauce. Axel went to get his own plate and brought two glasses of water with him. He sat down across from me and picked up his fork.
    “Do you plan to try it?” He stared at my plate.
    “Yes, Lurch.” I snickered as Axel raised a brow at me. “What’s the sauce?” I poked at my chicken.
    “Just try it.”
    I stabbed a piece of chicken and stuffed it into my mouth. The flavor swept over my taste buds and I groaned. It was tender and delicious.
    “That good, eh?”
    I opened my eyes and found Axel watching me. I didn’t even realize I had closed my eyes. I coughed quietly and sipped my water.
    “Delicious.”
    “So, tomorrow it’s Phoenix.”
    “Yeah.” I nodded. “I want to go to the unconventional house.”
    “I’ll be going with you.”
    “I know. It has a guest room.”
    “Where is it?”
    “In Flagstaff.” Axel seemed to choke on his food and he coughed. I handed him a napkin and eyed him. “What?”
    “Nothing.”
    “You should cook more often.” I smiled, taking a bite of broccoli.
    “If you’re a good little boy, I will.”
    I frowned at him.
    “What? Fair is fair. You love calling me all kinds of names.”
    “Okay, Stretch,” I pointed at Axel with my fork. “But don’t think I won’t come up with new ones for you.”
    “I can’t wait,” Axel drawled.
    I laughed.
    ~*~
     
    I stared out the window of the plane as it descended into Phoenix. I have never been so happy to be home, although I love touring. There are some places I always wanted to go to as a kid, but could never afford. Now we’re staying in five-star hotels and eating at five-star restaurants. But I always look forward to being back home.
    Amazing how things can change in just a few short years.
    When the band first got a contract, I went along for the ride as a roadie. Hell, I had nothing better to do and had no plans to attend college. Music was my life and I didn’t plan to do anything else. I loved my job even then, setting up the equipment and making sure everything was ready to go for the guys. Music calms me, centers me in a way, and when I was younger, it was my escape. Music often drowned out the screaming and yelling between my parents. But playing? That brought me to a completely new level. I loved the sound of the crowd, the vibrations of the music stroking along my body.
    Even though I was out front every night with people screaming at me, I was still unbelievably shy. Don’t ask me why. I was always in the background, minding my own business. Now I was