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the event coordinator called me—desperate and begging.”
    Shade shook his head. “I already told you we aren’t performing at Rock on the Range this year. It’s during Julie’s weekend—”
    “Jacob,” Sally interrupted. She only called him Jacob when she was flustered. “I know you want to see your daughter. I understand that. Bring her with you—”
    “No,” he said. “She doesn’t like the loud place”—which was what the four-year-old called concerts—“and I don’t want her exposed to that environment. She’s very impressionable.” He dropped his eyes, unable to stop himself from staring at Sally’s boobs. He swore that some women had eyeball magnets on their chests. Their tour manager was one of them.
    “I think the band should vote on whether or not to perform—”
    “They’re going to have a hard time performing without a vocalist. I’m not—”
    His words were cut off when Sally suddenly stumbled forward. She bumped into his chest before he could catch her. “You okay?” he asked, steadying her. But Sally didn’t answer because she was being screamed at by one very upset Nikki.
    “You fucking bitch, I saw him first.” Nikki grabbed Shade by the arm and tugged.
    What the fuck?
    “I already told you I’m not interested,” Shade said
    “Yeah, because you’ve moved on to this slut ,” Nikki spat.
    “I’m married,” Sally said, shaking her head in disbelief.
    “This married slut,” Nikki said.
    Sally shoved Nikki, who stumbled back and then with an angry growl launched forward and took a swing at a stunned Sally. Luckily Shade’s reflexes kicked in. He managed to grab Nikki’s wrist and prevent the blow from connecting.
    “Not cool,” Shade said to Nikki, lifting an arm to block the blow she directed toward him. Her half-assed slap turned out to be a diversionary tactic so she could grab a handful of Sally’s thick black hair.
    Sally shoved Nikki again. “Back off!”
    Melanie was the one who pulled them apart. She didn’t say a word, just took Nikki by the arm—Nikki went inexplicably docile beneath her friend’s touch—and escorted her out of the dressing room and into the corridor.
    “What the hell just happened?” Sally said, smoothing her hair with both hands.
    “I fucked that chick last weekend. She seems to want a repeat performance.”
    Sally rolled her eyes at him. “Why don’t you try keeping it in your pants for a change?”
    Shade chuckled. “ It doesn’t get off on dry humping. It prefers hot, slick orifices.”
    Sally shook her head. “You probably get what you deserve, stud. But I’m not sure why I was assaulted.”
    “She obviously thought you were her competition.”
    “For you?” Sally snorted. “She can have you.”
    Shade’s ego stung slightly. He knew Sally had eyes only for Kris, but she didn’t have to be so harsh. “Guess I’ll go tell her that you gave us your blessing.”
    He started to walk away, but Sally caught his arm. “You do not have my blessing. I suggest you stay the fuck away from her,” she said.
    He planned to do exactly that.
    “And I think you owe me for putting up with your crazy sex partners.”
    “Fine,” he said. “I owe you one.”
    Sally grinned deviously. “So I guess you’ll be performing at Rock on the Range after all.”
    Shade scowled at her. “Nice try. I already said no. Julie comes first. You can run me into the ground on any day except my weekends with Julie. I’m not bending on this issue, so you might as well quit pushing.”
    She sighed with resignation. “Fine. I get it.”
    “You aren’t going to mention this to the rest of the guys, are you? The last thing I need is everyone ganging up on me.” Not that it would change his mind.
    Sally shook her head. “No, I’ll keep it to myself. That daughter of yours is a lucky little girl, you know.”
    “I do my best to be a good father.” Yet he always felt as if he wasn’t measuring up and that he didn’t get to see her nearly