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before the nightmares found him. Tonight wouldn’t be any different.
    Especially not after what had just happened with Max. Not to mention what had made
     him leave his dressing room to begin with. He’d showered crazy fast, had a drink,
     then had slammed into the hallway with some asinine idea of trying to find the redhead
     in the purple dress. The one he’d seen while onstage and had felt such an incredible
     pull toward. The one he’d spent the whole second half of the concert singing to, while
     his brain filled up with one lascivious thought after another.
    Looking at Jamison now, standing in front of him in her pretty violet dress, he felt
     lower than low. He hadn’t recognized her from the stage, hadn’t known he’d been lusting
     after Jared’s little sister—and one of his closest friends. And now that he did, he
     didn’t know what the hell to do with all the thoughts—the needs—that were still clawing
     at him from the inside.
    Behind him, Max finally stirred and he clenched his fists against the urge to beat
     the asshole all over again. After all, it’d kill two birds with one stone—release
     some of the escalating tension inside of him and teach the asshole the importance
     of understanding the word no .
    “Come on, let’s get you into the dressing room,” he told Jamison, leaning close to
     her and speaking loudly to be heard over Darkness’s set. “Check you over and make
     sure you’re okay.”
    “I’m fine,” she told him again, staring up at him until he was forced to look into
     her violet eyes. They were shadowed, but they were also steady. That calmed him more
     than anything else could have. At least until he glanced down and realized the red
     on her lips was blood, not lipstick.
    “You’re bleeding.” The words cut like broken glass as he forced them from his suddenly
     tight throat. “He hurt you.”
    She raised a trembling hand to her mouth and that’s when he realized she wasn’t as
     unaffected as she wanted him to believe. Her eyes told one story, but those blue-tipped
     fingers told another. A fresh wave of fury tore through him.
    “I don’t think it’s my blood,” she said, after a minute. Her voice was rife with satisfaction.
     “I bit his lip when he tried to kiss me.”
    That matter-of-fact satisfaction was what finally convinced him she was okay. “A shame
     you didn’t get his tongue. I’d like to see him try to explain why he couldn’t sing
     after that.”
    “There’s no way I want his tongue close enough to me to bite, thank you very much.
     Besides, I don’t think he’ll be singing for a while. Or doing anything else for that
     matter.” She glanced over his shoulder. “Maybe we should call an ambulance.”
    “He’ll be all right. I didn’t break anything.”
    “How do you know?”
    Because he knew what it felt like to break a bone—his own and someone else’s. Knew just how much pressure he had to exert to get the job done. And
     he hadn’t gone there with Max. Not because he hadn’t wanted to damage the guy permanently,
     but because if he’d broken bones the fight would have been over a hell of a lot sooner.
    “I just know,” he finally told her, hoping she wouldn’t press.
    She didn’t. Not, he knew, because she wasn’t curious, but because the specter of his
     past was always there between them. It was just one of the many reasons he’d kept
     his distance from her throughout the last decade. She was too tender-hearted. When
     she looked at him, empathy brimming in those crazy amethyst eyes of hers, it made
     him want to say things that should never be spoken out loud. Things that, once said,
     couldn’t be unsaid.
    His dick surged at the thought of connecting to Jamison like that, only got harder
     as images of stripping her out of that violet dress and kissing every inch of her
     soft, voluptuous body blasted through his brain. But the crash of need was followed
     by an even stronger wave of self-loathing. This was