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do you know that?”
    “Oh, I keep an eye out, girlie.” His thin lips approximated
a smile.
    Josie did not like him at all. Something about him
was…unhealthy. Sick in the soul.
    But he wasn’t looming over her now. Varian was cramped in a
corner of the putty-colored room, pale and shivering. She hoped there wasn’t
some kind of flu going around.
    “I thought Texas was hot,” Kraxis complained, jiggling the
girl on his lap as if she were a baby. She giggled like one. “I’m sweating like
a Tory in a nancy pub.”
    “Watch your step, Krax,” Jet said without menace. “And that
was a dry heat. What’s your name, lovely?”
    A blonde helping herself to a shot of tequila smiled. “Candi.”
    “Didn’t ask what ye taste like!” roared Kraxis.
    Jet seemed more interested in his drink than the girls and,
to be fair to the girls, they didn’t seem all that interested in the scene.
Certainly it was less exciting without Bram and Josie knew he had a private
dressing room. Unless you were the one with a girl on your lap it was as boring
as a boardroom meeting.
    Something Bucky had said at last night’s concert had rung a
bell and now she remembered it. The band meeting! As she had boarded the bus in
Austin he’d informed her with characteristic disapproval that he’d sent her the
itinerary after the meeting. Perhaps someone had hung around and distracted
Bucky, changed the address on his phone. It was worth asking before Jet got too
drunk to answer.
    “Hallo, ducky,” he said with a smile. “How you getting on?”
    “Pretty well, thanks. I have a question.”
    “Ooh, we finally going to do that interview? I have lashes
of lovely gossip. Well, I don’t, but I’d make some up.”
    Josie laughed. “Not yet but I promise soon. No, I was
wondering about the band meeting yesterday. What time did it break up?”
    “One-ish, I’m sure. Same as all the others—noon to one pip
emma if we haven’t made a night of it.”
    “You mean that was—”
    “A quiet evening at home for this lot, yeah.” He grinned
like a wicked angel. “Wait ’til you see us in action.”
    “Christ almighty. Anyway, did one of you hang around
afterward?”
    “Hang around?” Jet’s eyes lit up. “Right you are! Miss V
wasn’t too spry about heading to the door, as I recall. Still haunting the
place when I gathered up my slate and satchel.”
    “Interesting. Thank you, and I owe you a turn in the
spotlight.”
    “Just be sure you get my good side.”
    Interesting indeed. So Varian was keeping a sharp eye out.
So would she.
    Bucky put his head in the door. “Loading in fifteen, ladies
and gents,” he said then glanced at the groupies. “Not you ladies.”
    “What?” cried Josie. “We have two days before the next show.”
    He pulled her aside. “And a four-hour commute even if we
crawl. Do you really want to be stuck in this backwater?” He shuddered. “The
boys want to spend their downtime in New Orleans.”
    So did she. She’d never been to New Orleans, although she’d
heard plenty about it—mostly involving beads, boobs and beer. She stuffed her
laptop away and shouldered her bag.
    Negotiating the metal steps down to the arena exit was
tricky enough without someone pushing by. A tall brunette in sky-high heels
shoved by her on the way up, giving Josie a filthy look.
    “Do you mind?” she sneered. “I’m on a tight schedule.”
    And in a tight dress, Josie noticed. And going the wrong
direction if we leave in fifteen minutes.
    Bram. He needed a quickie after the show while his adrenaline
was still pumping.
    Shit, shit, shit.
    She found a grotty bathroom and took some deep breaths. No
wonder he hadn’t joined the others backstage—not because he didn’t know she was
with them but because he did. Bucky had probably already arranged to have a
girl sent to him after every show, one who knew when to kneel and how Bram
liked his cock sucked. Josie being around didn’t change a damn thing. She would
have to find the