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I’d have to see him, talk to him, work withhim.
Every.Day.
And the truth was Iwantedto seehim.
I hugged myself as I looked around the bus, at this pretty little cocoon I’d created to insulate myself from the world outside. Fromhim.
And I knew; the purpose of the Lady Bus wasn’t to keep Zane away fromme.
It was to keep me away fromhim.
Chapter Two
Zane
Iheaded offstageat the end of the Seattle-Tacoma show irritated asfuck.
The first night of the tour, and already too many fuck-ups tocount.
Everyone was quick to pat me on the back, nod their approval, tell meGreat show. No one said a fucking word about how my mic cut out in the middle of “Dirty Like Me,” or the fact that I’d accidentally clubbed Seth in the face during “Blackout” and probably gave him a fatlip.
Or any of the other minor fuck-ups that had happened throughout thenight.
Or how motherfucking tense Iwas.
I’d swiped Jesse’s mic to finish “Dirty Like Me,” and I was pretty sure no one even noticed me hitting Seth other than me and Seth. It was the kind of inconsequential shit that the crowd never really cared about in the grand scheme of things, but it botheredme.
A fuck of alot.
When I was onstage, Ihatedfuck-ups.
I wrapped Seth in my arms when he came offstage and kissed him on the side of the head. “You alright, man? How’s yourlip…?”
He smiled at me a little painfully, and his bottom lip was definitely swollen. “Noworries.”
“What happened?” Elle pulled Seth close as I released him, and he laid a hand on herbelly.
“Ah, I kissed Zane’s mic during ‘Blackout.’”
“Oh, baby…” Elle fussed over him, examining his lip and gently kissing it. Even though she wasn’t taking the stage on this tour, Elle still looked the part; platinum-blonde hair, kickass boots and a sexy little dress hugging her pregnant curves as she pressed her swollen tits against herman.
And fucking right, I was jealous of thatshit.
Not jealous of Seth or Elle in particular. Just jealous they could do that shit anytime they wanted, right out in the open—and theydid.
All the fuckingtime.
Just like Jesse andKatie.
And Dylan andAmber.
And Brody andJessa.
“Can we get some ice for Seth’s lip?” I muttered as Jude came over. His woman, Roni, was somewhere backstage, and any second now they’d be all up in each other’s shit,too.
These days, I was fucking surrounded by horny, happycouples.
I got the fuck out of there before one more person could pat me on the back and tell meGreat show,Zane.
