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Authors: Jaye Ripley
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“You gonna tap that booty tonight.”
“I swear, Wilder, you’re about to have my fist in your face if you don’t stop talking about her like that. She is not one of the girls that you like, some fangirl ready for a quick fuck.”
“Aha!” EJ stands up, looking at Hart. “Now you pay up, fucker.”
Hart groans as he reaches for his wallet.
EJ turns to Mac. “You, too.”
My eyes widen at Mac’s sheepish look in my direction as he hands EJ his twenty. “What the hell was the bet?” My voice rises higher than it should.
“That your celibate days are soon to be over.” EJ makes a show of snapping each bill as he lines them up and folds them into his own wallet.
My brow furrows. “I said she’s not a one-time thing, or does my fist need to remind you of that?”
“No need for violence. I mean that you haven’t really liked anyone, or been with anyone, since Gemma.”
The name of my ex-longtime girlfriend and almost fiancée stings. “What the hell business is it of yours who I date or sleep with?” I look around the group. “And why the hell are you guys betting on it?”
Mac stands up, pulls a chair over, and sits by me. “It’s just one of EJ’s stupid bets. But I concede that he’s probably right. You have that certain look you get when you’re pretty determined. And remember what happened last time.”
Thoughts of Gemma and how she affected us flood my brain. She had wanted to marry a country superstar. Many times, she talked to me about dumping the band and going after a contract as a solo act. It had started so gradually that I didn’t even notice the wedge she had pounded into place between me and the rest of my guys until the one rehearsal where she boldly suggested that maybe the band should be “Hunter Ford and Tailgate Down.”
“You think I wouldn’t recognize another manipulating bitch if I met one?” I growl. “And what are you implying about Mel? That she forced herself onto that stage? You should have heard her at the end. She told me to get her off the stage so we could all stand in the spotlight and take our bows.”
Levi chimes in. “That was a fucking awesome ending to our concert. I never thought ‘Wind Blows West’ could sound like that. She deserved some of the spotlight herself.”
“No one’s questioning that she’s talented. That was a huge gamble you took with our show tonight, Hunter. It definitely paid off,” says Mac. “I just want you to be sure of what you’re starting, because regardless of what it is between the two of you, we’re all headed to Nashville in less than a month.”
Hart walks over to us. “Maybe before we get any further up Hunter’s ass about the girl, we should all watch this.”
The video on his phone starts at the point when Mel walks back on stage to sing the encore with me. She radiates even over the shaky video. I watch myself lean into her, asking her to sing the song as a duet.
“We didn’t even talk about how we were going to sing the song. I started off changing the lyrics as if I were singing to her. She naturally followed my lead.”
“Seriously?” asks Mac. “Then I’m even more impressed. And her harmony?”
The stupid grin on my face grows wider. “That’s all her.” She captivates me even on the small screen of the phone.
A random voice from the crowd on the video asks, “Who the hell is she?”
Good fucking question. And one I want to spend as much time as possible finding the answers to.
At the end of the video, the crowd explodes into screams with our over-the-top kiss. The guys continue to stare at the screen when the playback cuts off, saying nothing. One by one, they all settle back, finding a spot nearby to perch or sit.
EJ takes out his wallet and hands me the sixty bucks he just took. “Here.” He thrusts it at me.
“What’s that for?” I ask.
“Take her out somewhere nice.”
I laugh long and hard at my friend. “It’s after 2am. There’s nowhere to take her at this
“I swear, Wilder, you’re about to have my fist in your face if you don’t stop talking about her like that. She is not one of the girls that you like, some fangirl ready for a quick fuck.”
“Aha!” EJ stands up, looking at Hart. “Now you pay up, fucker.”
Hart groans as he reaches for his wallet.
EJ turns to Mac. “You, too.”
My eyes widen at Mac’s sheepish look in my direction as he hands EJ his twenty. “What the hell was the bet?” My voice rises higher than it should.
“That your celibate days are soon to be over.” EJ makes a show of snapping each bill as he lines them up and folds them into his own wallet.
My brow furrows. “I said she’s not a one-time thing, or does my fist need to remind you of that?”
“No need for violence. I mean that you haven’t really liked anyone, or been with anyone, since Gemma.”
The name of my ex-longtime girlfriend and almost fiancée stings. “What the hell business is it of yours who I date or sleep with?” I look around the group. “And why the hell are you guys betting on it?”
Mac stands up, pulls a chair over, and sits by me. “It’s just one of EJ’s stupid bets. But I concede that he’s probably right. You have that certain look you get when you’re pretty determined. And remember what happened last time.”
Thoughts of Gemma and how she affected us flood my brain. She had wanted to marry a country superstar. Many times, she talked to me about dumping the band and going after a contract as a solo act. It had started so gradually that I didn’t even notice the wedge she had pounded into place between me and the rest of my guys until the one rehearsal where she boldly suggested that maybe the band should be “Hunter Ford and Tailgate Down.”
“You think I wouldn’t recognize another manipulating bitch if I met one?” I growl. “And what are you implying about Mel? That she forced herself onto that stage? You should have heard her at the end. She told me to get her off the stage so we could all stand in the spotlight and take our bows.”
Levi chimes in. “That was a fucking awesome ending to our concert. I never thought ‘Wind Blows West’ could sound like that. She deserved some of the spotlight herself.”
“No one’s questioning that she’s talented. That was a huge gamble you took with our show tonight, Hunter. It definitely paid off,” says Mac. “I just want you to be sure of what you’re starting, because regardless of what it is between the two of you, we’re all headed to Nashville in less than a month.”
Hart walks over to us. “Maybe before we get any further up Hunter’s ass about the girl, we should all watch this.”
The video on his phone starts at the point when Mel walks back on stage to sing the encore with me. She radiates even over the shaky video. I watch myself lean into her, asking her to sing the song as a duet.
“We didn’t even talk about how we were going to sing the song. I started off changing the lyrics as if I were singing to her. She naturally followed my lead.”
“Seriously?” asks Mac. “Then I’m even more impressed. And her harmony?”
The stupid grin on my face grows wider. “That’s all her.” She captivates me even on the small screen of the phone.
A random voice from the crowd on the video asks, “Who the hell is she?”
Good fucking question. And one I want to spend as much time as possible finding the answers to.
At the end of the video, the crowd explodes into screams with our over-the-top kiss. The guys continue to stare at the screen when the playback cuts off, saying nothing. One by one, they all settle back, finding a spot nearby to perch or sit.
EJ takes out his wallet and hands me the sixty bucks he just took. “Here.” He thrusts it at me.
“What’s that for?” I ask.
“Take her out somewhere nice.”
I laugh long and hard at my friend. “It’s after 2am. There’s nowhere to take her at this
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