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kicked up on the coffee table, a guitar in his lap as a gentle strumming wafted through the room.
    The piano wasn’t the only musical instrument Cain had managed to master. Several years ago, frustrated he couldn’t haul a piano everywhere we went, Cain bought two Gibson acoustic guitars. A bet was made, who could learn a song first: me or Cain. I gave up after a week. Cain though, in a month, he was playing Van Morrison’s “Brown Eyed Girl”. Since Cain had won, I owed him a week’s worth of foot massages, which I did with more than a little belligerent moaning. I didn’t do massages; I was more than happy to receive them, but I didn’t give them out.
    Cain continued to play as I wandered quietly into the room, my hair hanging in wet tendrils over my shoulders. I went to speak but was interrupted by a knock at the door.
    “That will be for you, sweetheart,” Cain murmured, his hands not halting for a moment as he continued to play. I wasn’t sure of his mood; he seemed calm and relaxed, but there also seemed to be an underlying current of tension which wasn’t unusual following one of my benders. I opened the door to find a hotel employee waiting on the other side, a tray full of food before him. I stepped aside so he could enter the room, and Cain dropped his guitar and handed the employee a tip. My eyes meanwhile were riveted to the steaming covered dishes, bacon and eggs if my nose was correct.
    “Have I told you lately how much I love you?” I moaned, lifting the lid off a plate and digging the fork in. I looked up to see Cain standing before me, an amused look on his face. He wasn’t as pissed off as I initially thought. “What?” I asked, stuffing food unceremoniously into my mouth.
    “Actually, you haven’t told me in a while. I think I need reminding.” He crossed his arms over his chest; the shirt he was wearing pulled tight, and my eyes instinctively dropped to his toned body before returning to his face. He looked a little too smug for my liking.
    “Cain Everett, I love you more than this bacon.” I shoved the bacon between my lips and groaned as the crispy, salty meat flooded my mouth with flavor. “I wish to revise that statement, almost more than this bacon.”
    “Violet, you can’t do that to me,” Cain growled, rubbing a hand down his face.
    “Do what?” I asked a little confused. Surely he knew I was only joking. Of course I loved him more than the bacon.
    “You can’t eat like that in front of me.” He collapsed onto the leather couch, snatching up his guitar once more. I glanced at the egg speared at the end of my fork then back to Cain.
    “What? I chewed.”
    Cain laughed. “Those little moans and groans you make when you’re eating are hot as hell and make me so hard I could hammer a nail into a wall with my dick.”
    I laughed, spluttering egg back onto the plate before me. I was used to Cain telling me how I turned him on; I had seen the evidence hidden behind the fabric of his pants too many times to count.
    “You need a cold shower,” I mumbled. I thought I heard him mutter something about that not fixing it but chose to ignore him. This is what I did best, ignored Cain’s attempts to turn my body into a flaming erogenous zone. His touch was enough to launch my heart into flutters, and his words could completely melt me. I blindly ignored it all. “When do we have to leave?” I wondered out loud.
    “Harry has a gig lined up for us in Phoenix in two nights, then we are off the hook till New Year’s.”
    Harry was our agent and had proved to be a very good one. He was a ruthless businessman and great at marketing both himself and his artists. He had also auctioned Cain and me off to the highest bidder for a New Year’s Eve gig with all proceeds going to a foundation for homeless kids. It had become a tradition of sorts, this being the third year we had done such a thing.
    “Where are we playing for New Year’s?” I asked with a grin, hoping, no praying it