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popping up out of her chair. She almost toppled me over
    before I could stand up. She poked her finger into my chest. “I’ll have you know that I’m not some
    prima donna who can’t survive without someone taking care of me. The lives of missionaries and
    their families are very simplistic, so trust me when I say, I’ve seen a lot of hard shit. Yeah, we lived
    in major cities like Rio in Brazil and Guadalajara in Mexico, but I’ve also tromped through the
    jungles and gone days without showers, least of all cell phones and WiFi. So I can assure you that
    there’s nothing you and your band of merry miscreants can do that would shock or scare me!”
    I rolled my eyes. “Oh please. You fucking passed out at the sight of the guys, not to mention that
    you flipped and got your lacy panties all in a twist when I made out with you.”
    “Are you trying to say that I couldn’t make it on this bus?” she countered.
    I cocked my head at her. “Come on, Angel. You would die a thousand deaths if you even had to
    stay one night on here with us and our raging sex drives, atrocious language, and bad table manners.”
    “You seem to forget I have three older brothers. I’m well acquainted with unruly guys.”
    Crossing my arms over my chest, I smirked down at her. “So you’re saying if you had the chance to
    get off the bus in the next few hours, you wouldn’t?”
    She inched forward, standing toe to toe with me. “Are you saying I don’t have the courage to
    stay?”
    “Yeah, I am.”
    AJ held up his hands. “Whoa, what the fuck do you two think you’re doing?”
    “What are the terms for me to prove myself to you?” Abby asked.
    Without even thinking, I blurted, “One week on the bus.”
    Her tough-as-nails resolve wavered a little. “One week?” she squeaked, her voice cracking.
    Rhys tried pushing us apart. “Okay, that’s really funny, but you two can stop now,” he argued.
    When neither of us backed down, he said, “Let me remind you that Abby has a tour she needs to be
    on, and we have one as well. No one has to prove anything to anyone, okay?”
    I tore my gaze from Abby’s to glare at him. “This isn’t anything to you, man. This is between me
    and Angel.”
    “It’s Abby,” she growled.
    I arched my brows at her. “So what’s it gonna be, Angel ?”
    Fury flashed in her blue eyes before she whirled around. She stomped over to Brayden and
    snatched the phone away from him. “Gabe, there’s been a change of plans.”

    ***

    “Are you insane?” Gabe sputtered into my ear. His voice had risen an octave since I had taken the
    phone from Brayden and informed him about the bet. I edged away from the guys to where I was
    practically back in the bedroom I had fled from not twenty minutes before.
    Once I felt I was sufficiently out of earshot, I replied, “No, I’m perfectly sane, thank you very
    much.”
    I was on speaker phone with all the boys again because Eli came at me next. “Look, Abster, we all
    know when your temper gets the better of you and when you’re doing the spoiled baby girl ‘I’m used
    to getting my way’ act. But this isn’t one of us you’re fighting with—this is a mega rockstar
    douchebag! Trust me, you don’t owe Jake Slater a damn thing. You won’t ever see him again after
    today, so I would advise you to get over this dumbass bet notion and get the hell off the bus! Now !”
    “Why Matthew Elijah Renard, don’t tell me you’re cussing at me now? And with some of your
    infamous exploits with girls on and off tour how is that any different than with Jake? I mean, whatever
    would Mom and Dad say?” I chided into the phone.
    “Don’t get sassy with me, Abigail Elizabeth!” he countered.
    I exhaled noisily and leaned back against the wall. “Come on guys. A tour is a tour. This is all a
    learning experience, so in the end, I think this would be a good opportunity for me.”
    Eli groaned. “An opportunity for what? To be degraded, ogled, and potentially