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meeting she’d called to
introduce everyone to Jayne hadn’t gone as planned. The band’s bickering had
picked up right where it left off. Luke had spread his aggression, usually
aimed at Zander, around evenly. Tempers flared, but she’d succeeded in
smoothing the tension and convincing Jayne to sign on for the tour. For
tonight, and hopefully for the foreseeable future, all was right with the
band’s world.
    She picked up her drink
and took a long swallow of strawberry-flavored alcohol. The buzz of her phone ’s
vibration reached her ears. Private number. Only a handful of people had her number, and every one of them was programmed
into her contact list. Private number could wait.
    Steve came back and eyed
Dom ’s
full glass. “Something wrong with the brew? Do you want something else?”
    “I’m good, man. Enjoying
the evening.” Dom smiled at her, and her stomach dipped.
    Steve squinted and leaned
over the bar. “Wait. You’re Dom Torres. Damn, I’m sorry. I didn’t
recognize you without the Riptide cap on your head. Hell of a game yesterday.
You did what you had to do against Platt.” He thrust out his hand again.
    Dom shook it and
shrugged. “I’m not looking forward to playing them next time,
that’s for sure.”
    “Well, good luck against
the Bolts tomorrow. Opening Day’s finally here. The start of a fresh new
season. I hope we go all the way.”
    Irisa frowned, studying
Dom ’s
profile. The Riptide were the city’s baseball team, and that was the extent of
her knowledge. Zander rooted for them but she didn’t follow the sport at all.
Still, his name was familiar. “You play for the team?”
    A single dip of his head
and a flicker of a smile accompanied his answer. “Center fielder.”
    Steve pointed at him. “He’s
the best. Nothing gets by him. You know, you two share a connection. The
stadium plays “Cut Down” every time he comes up to bat.”
    The Fury ’s
original number one hit. Finally, the fog over her memory lifted. “My brother
mentioned he’d heard the song at the ballpark. I didn’t realize until now what
he’d meant.” Zander had been really excited about it.
    Dom nodded. “Some
guys change their walk-up songs every so often, but I’ve had “Cut Down” for
years. Awesome band. ”
    Steve grinned, as excited
as a puppy, and pointed at her. “I’m sure Irisa could
arrange for you to meet them.”
    “Yeah?” Dom’s brows
lifted and he turned to her. “You know someone who works for the band?”
    She inhaled a slow
breath. Resignation dulled the pull of attraction. “My
brother—”
    “Her brother’s Zander
Rostov, and she’s the band’s manager.” Steve beamed a smile at her, then at
Dom.
    She tamped down her
frustration as Steve walked to the opposite end of the bar. The bartender was
excited, after all, and her job wasn ’t exactly a secret. Not
many fans of the band knew the band manager’s name, but once they learned of
her connection… Too often, people feigned friendship in an effort to meet the
band. Dom had seemed interested already, but she didn’t miss the way his smile
ratcheted up several notches.
    “No way.” Dom’s gaze
remained locked on her face. “I love those guys. Haven’t had the chance to see
them live yet, though.”
    Pride for her brother won
out over her discomfort. She gave him a genuine smile. “If
you want to meet them, you’re in luck. They’re performing the national anthem
at the ballpark in two weeks. It’s the game on the seventeenth, against the
Rattlesnakes.”
    He winked. “I’ll
make sure I’m there.” His mischievous, almost wicked grin increased the warmth
flowing through her core.
    Her phone ’s
display lit with Zander’s number. If he found out she was talking to Dom, he’d
probably hop in his car and drive over. He was as exhausted as she and needed
sleep. She ignored the call. “My brother’s a big Riptide fan.”
    “Yeah? That’s cool. We’ll
have to meet up after the game.” He paused