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and she had glasses on. So of course, I didn’t expect this girl to be her.
    B slapped me on the back. “Okay, I’ll be right back. The delivery truck just pulled up. Let me help Kara, and I’ll be right back to show you upstairs, honey. Kane, I can’t thank you enough for helping tonight. Caroline has the night off, though, so she won’t be helping tonight. Kara’s going to train her tomorrow, so having you here will be such a help, and thanks for helping my little girl carry these bags up.” Smiling, he slapped my back again and then walked to the back door to find the delivery truck. I didn’t know if I should be pissed that I had to stay or delighted that I got to see where this beauty was going to be sleeping, even though I had already seen it.
    “You can wipe that stupid grin off your face,” she said, tossing that mane of hair again.
    “What are you talking about? It’s not a grin. You think I want to stay sober tonight to help B clean up after our show. I’m usually knee deep in between some brunette or blonde’s legs, so it’s not a grin. It’s me trying to figure out how I’m going to make you pay for getting me stuck here tonight.”
    If I knew one thing about women, it’s that they couldn’t resist me. This girl was a challenge that I was determined to make putty in my hands. I’d come across them once or twice--the girl who played hard to get. They always had a hidden agenda, which usually involved them wanting to date me, but I never let it come to that. They’d say that they wouldn’t give it up until I promised to date them exclusively, but ten minutes alone with me in a dark room, and they were usually screaming a different tune.
    “You’re the one who practically invited me up to your room.”
    Damn, she looks cute with that scrunched up confusion on her face.
    “I did not!” she snapped back.
    “‘Oh, Daddy, he even said he’d carry my very heavy bags up,’” I teased in a girly voice while I waved my hands dramatically. Shit! She socked me. Rubbing my suddenly sore arm, I glared across at her. This girl had a mean punch. I had to remember to keep my face away from her fists.
    “Jesus, you don’t have to beat me into submission. I’ll carry your bags up,” I said, reaching down to pick them up.
    “Kane, what are you doing? We have to practice. We don’t have time for you to fuck the help.” Reece’s red Mohawk was combed back and not in its usually upright position.
    The girl fumed. Placing the bags down, I sat back and enjoyed the show.
    “There is no way in hell that I would ever have sex with him,” she snapped. “And tonight, I’m not the help, you wanna-be-clown.” She cocked her head to the side and studied him a moment. “Bozo wants his hair back by the way.”
    I think I’m in love. I had never heard anyone talk to Reece like that before. He looked like he was going to cry. Why not put the nail in the coffin?
    “Reece, this is Caroline, B’s daughter,” I said. His mouth hung open. I slapped his back. “Yeah, let that sink in a moment.”
    “That’s not funny, Kane,” he said nervously.
    “It’s fucking hysterical. Caroline, this is Reece.”
    Stepping up to Reece, she got in his face. I was suddenly aware of their closeness to one another. Weird.
    She poked a finger in his chest. “Don’t ever assume I’m fucking him. You got it?”
    Nodding in agreement, Reece was clearly rendered speechless. Just like me, my fellow band mates weren’t use to women putting us in our places.
    The rest of the guys walked over and, before I knew it, they were all clamoring around her. I wanted to push them out of the way, hold them off, but I wasn’t going to show my cards.
    I began to introduce them all, I pointed to Reece, “Reece plays the drums,” He was in his usual tight-ass pants--that I’d have sworn he bought from the kids department--and a black T-shirt. I turned to my left. “Aiden is a genius on the piano and does all our lighting and boring