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"What's his problem?"
    “What did you expect? You’ve been acting
like a dick for the past week,” Twist snapped back.
    "Yeah, but it's never bothered him
before."
    "Well, he's going through some changes of
his own. I think Cinnamon wants a divorce," Twist said.
    "What? That's crazy. They've been together
forever."
    Twist shrugged. "I might be wrong, but
something's wrong. Speaking of, what the hell is wrong with
you?"
    “I’m fine, there’s nothing wrong, just play
your parts right and there’s no problem,” Thad said.
    “No problem? You just managed to piss Jon
off for fuck’s sake,” Twist said and Thad had to admit maybe he had
gone too far, but damn it he had been off.
    Bryan hadn’t made it down for the sound
check yet. For some reason Thad, Twist and Jon were early. Normally
they got along fine, but Twist could be mercurial at the best of
times and today Thad was in no mood to be diplomatic.
    “Jon’s got a problem and I don’t think I’m
it,” Thad said.
    “I swear, for a man who’s getting laid on
the regular you’ve been grumpy as hell.”
    “Well, that’s never helped your personality
any. Assuming Naysa hasn’t finally come to her senses and kicked
your ass out,that is” Thad snapped back.
    “Naysa and I are getting along fine,” Twist
said.
    “Now isn’t that a miracle?” The two of them
rarely went more than a few days without an explosive argument.
Thad was amazed their relationship had lasted this long. Thinking
about relationships set his mind adrift with the vision Sioux had
been on the boat. The sun burnished her bronze-toned skin making
her glow like some ancient love goddess. It still amazed him that
she'd pulled away. He was so far gone he was really going to make
love to her on an open boat! In that moment he simply hadn't given
a damn. Sticking to his resolve was getting harder and harder. It
was only a matter of time before the two of them would tangle naked
on cool crisp sheets. Reminiscing burned a sensual visual through
his brain so strong it almost brought him to his knees.
    Twist snapped his fingers in Thad’s face to
get his attention. “See what I mean? One half the time you're not
here and when you are you're such a jerk everybody wants you to go
away. What the hell is your problem? Did you and Sioux have a
fight? Did she cut you off?” Twist asked.
    Thad stepped away and began pacing the
stage, wondering where the hell Bryan was. Technically speaking, as
lead guitarists there was no reason for either he or Bryan to be
there yet. Typically they checked the rhythm section first. But
he'd awakened that morning wrapped around Sioux like Schroeder with
his blanket. It was either get out of that room or lose his mind.
The sound technician was in his booth adjusting dials and knobs.
Either he couldn’t hear their conversation or wasn’t interested.
“We didn’t have a fight and she didn’t cut me off because she never
cut me on. I told you there’s nothing between us.”
    “Oh really? Then why have I seen her leaving
your room early in the morning more than once?”
    Thad raised his eyes heavenward. He’d
forgotten what a morning person Twist was. Sioux always left his
room early. They weren’t trying to keep their friendship a secret,
but she usually tried to get in a meeting and a workout as soon as
possible each morning. “We sleep together, but we’re not having
sex.”
    “What?” Twist grabbed him by the arm and he
stopped pacing. “What kind of friendship is that?”
    “Well, you know she’s got issues. Touring is
hard, she’s never done it by herself before and she doesn’t like to
be alone, so she comes to my room sometimes. It’s no big deal.”
    “It’s a pretty big fucking deal, dude. It’s
making you cranky as hell. Have you tried to get with her?”
    “Hell no. I mean, she tried…”
    “Say what?”
    Thad closed his eyes briefly. He was really
going to have to have his tongue removed. “She was interested in
having sex, but I’m