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Brian on the back before Eric could blink.
    Eric caught Rebekah’s bewildered expression before she’d managed to hide it with a friendly smile. She followed Trey to be introduced to Brian. Trey was asking his friend a million questions a minute, leaving Rebekah to stand awkwardly waiting for her opening.
    Now that Brian was here, maybe Eric had a chance to catch her attention again. Trey didn’t have time for some chick when his best bud, Brian, was within reach.
    “Did you have fun in Aruba?” Trey asked. Brian had finally had time to take a real honeymoon with his wife of five months.
    “Of course. I was with Myrna,” he said, as if that explained everything. “Why is our logo painted all huge on the outside of the fucking bus?”
    “Because our logo is awesome,” Trey said, initiating a fist bump with Brian.
    Brian knocked knuckles with Trey, but still looked less than thrilled about their new bus’s paint job. “We’ll have a convoy of groupies following us everywhere we go.”
    “So the roadies can sell them T-shirts when we stop at rest areas.” Sed shrugged.
    “And we can auction off the utilization of Trey’s lips for beer money,” Eric added.
    Trey’s eyes widened. “Uh, no. What if some whacko wins?”
    “Then I’ll hold you down until she gets her money’s worth,” Eric said.
    “At a rest area, I’d be more concerned about some lonely truck driver winning,” Rebekah said.
    Eric laughed. “Or a sexually frustrated politician.”
    Rebekah burst out laughing. “Or a demented circus clown.”
    “Or an escaped convict.”
    “Are you two finished?” Trey said, crossing his arms over his chest.
    “Who’s this?” Brian asked, nodding in Rebekah’s direction.
    “Our temporary FOH,” Sed explained.
    Brian’s jaw dropped. “Our new front of house is a chick?”
    “Thanks for noticing.” Rebekah smiled and extended a hand in his direction.
    Brian shook it slowly, pinning her with those intense brown eyes of his. When she flushed and lowered her gaze, he shook his head as if to clear it of cobwebs. He dropped her hand and then turned his attention to Sed. “How did we end up with her as our FOH? I thought Marcus was going to stand in for Dave.” He glanced from one bandmate to the next, looking entirely perplexed.
    “I have a degree in audio engineering,” Rebekah assured him. “I graduated in June.”
    “As in June of this year?” Brian’s voice cracked at the end.
    Trey grabbed Brian’s arm to gain his attention. “Dave’s little sister,” he whispered out of the corner of his mouth. “He trusts her with his trade secrets. No one else. Just her.”
    Rebekah lowered her eyes. “Yeah, he gave me thorough instructions on how to set up and run the entire show.” Eric wasn’t sure why she looked so depressed about that. Dave was a wizard at mixing a live show. The audio engineers of other bands would have paid big money to learn his methods, especially for his seamless mixing of a rhythm and lead guitar in a dueling solo.
    “But our set list is changing to accommodate the new single,” Brian reminded them. “Totally uncharted territory for us. Piano intro. Bass solo. A vocal duet.” Which frankly made Eric a bit queasy. He’d be singing vocals live and, at the same time, maintaining the insanely fast drum track of their newest single, “Sever.”
    Rebekah brightened at the mention of a new song, her blue eyes flashing with excitement. “I’ll make it sound awesome!” She thrust a fist in the air. “Just you watch.”
    Eric grinned at her enthusiasm. Absolutely adorable. But not metal. Like, at all.
    “Dave needs to work out the new mix, not some freshly graduated coed. Ummmm,” Brian said. “What’s your name, miss?”
    “Reb,” she supplied.
    “Reb, I need to have a little meeting with my band.” He swept a hand at them. “Would you excuse us for a minute?” He glanced pointedly over his shoulder toward the exit.
    Rebekah’s bottom lip trembled. For a