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aggravated too.
“What’s that got to do with anything? Kiss me again.”
    “No.”
    “Why not?” Dude had certainly flipped the
script. She’d never been in this position before.
    “Why should I?”
    “Because you want to,” she said with a
deliberate pout.
    “I don’t go around kissing everyone I want
to kiss,” Thad said, frustration evident in his tone.
    “Why not? Have there been that many?”
    “No. Yes. Fuck, I don’t know.”
    She watched as he ran his hands through his
hair, leaving it attractively mussed. Static cling lifted the fine
strands from his head, creating a halo effect in the late afternoon
sun streaming in through her French doors. “So are you going to
kiss me?”
    “Jesus, you’re a persistent little thing,
aren’t you?”
    “I’ve been chasing your band for years now
and you just figured that out?”
    “Did you really try to give Bryan a blowjob
at the VMAs?”
    Sioux leaned back until she rested against
the low-slung sofa that anchored the room, and stared at him for a
moment. That was one way to change the subject. “Hell if I know,
but sure, I probably did. I was using pretty heavily back
then.”
    “You were fifteen!”
    “And your point? You’ve been around and you
know it’s not that uncommon. Is that why you don’t want to kiss me?
You think I had something on with Bryan? Just for the record, I’m
pretty sure he turned me down.”
    “No, I don’t think you had something on with
him. If I did I wouldn’t have kissed you the first time. We’re not
Fleetwood Mac.”
    “So, what’s the problem?”
    “I already told you, we’re about to go on
the road together. If something goes wrong with the relationship it
could ruin the tour. Do you have any idea how many bands have been
destroyed that way?"
    "Of course I do. But you're missing one
important point; it's not a Michelle Phillips situation. I'm not in
the band. If things go sideways I can exit stage left. No muss. No
fuss. Somehow I doubt anyone would regret my leaving."
    "I would. I think this tour can be great. If
we stay out of each other's pants."
    “Oh for fuck’s sake,” she muttered before
leaning forward to press her lips against his. For a second she
thought he wouldn’t respond, but then he grabbed a fist full of her
braids as he slanted his mouth over hers.
    Oh hell yeah, this is more like it, she
thought, placing her guitar on the floor before leaning into the
kiss.
    He pulled away, leaving a breath of space
between their parted lips.
    “And what about your boyfriend?” he asked
his breath coming out in pants.
    “I haven’t dated anyone since Trig two years
ago.”
    “So the tabloids got something right.”
    “Apparently so.”
    “You still got it bad for him like they
say?” he asked.
    “If I did, I wouldn’t be kissing you. I love
hard. Too hard. I love sex, but I don’t cheat. Ever. How about
you?” she said.
    “Cheat? Hell no,” he said, looking surprised
by the question.
    “Are you seeing anyone?”
    “Nope.”
    “Well now we got that out of the way,” she
said leaning in to continue the kiss, but he moved back.
    “Still not a good idea,” he said with a firm
shake of his head.
    Before she could respond the doorbell
rang.
    With a muttered curse, Sioux rose from the
floor to admit Rocky. This was so not over.
     
    Rocky McPherson was a tall whippet-thin
woman with a no-nonsense manner that could be intimidating on first
meeting. Or for that matter on the second or third meeting as well.
She looked to be in her late thirties, with a flawless sepia-toned
complexion. But as the daughter of an aging superstar, Sioux
recognized the subtle signs of work done by a skilled plastic
surgeon. Sioux was in no position to judge, having had to have
several rounds of treatments to correct the ravages of drug abuse
from her own face. Fortunately plastic surgery hadn’t been
necessary, but she certainly wasn’t above it. Besides, dozens of
acid peels and several rounds of microdermabrasion