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us.
    “You’re the girl that Kane was walking in earlier, Caroline. You’re B’s daughter. You are so lucky. I’d give anything to--”
    “Hold it right there, sweetheart. Don’t get any absurd ideas about Kane and me.”
    “So you’re not--”
    Cringing, I shook my head. “Don’t even say it,” I said, holding my hand up in her face.
    That seemed to put a smile on Nate’s face but, unfortunately for him, I wasn’t here to date. I was here to work and hang out with my dad.
    “Come on, girls. We’ve got a forty-five-minute drive, better get to it.”
    A forty-five minute drive? “You came forty-five minutes out of your way, to watch those guys?” I couldn’t for the life of me see why...well, that was a bit of a lie. All of them were good looking in their own way, and their music was catchy. I guess I could understand why these teenagers and grown-ass women would clamor around to see them.
    “It’s not that bad,” Nate replied. “I guess I’ll be seeing you around. This is the best bar in an hour radius. Don’t judge me if you catch me in here more than once a week.” Smiling, he stood up from the table.
    “I live upstairs, so I’ll be here every day.”
    “You are so lucky. Did I already say that?” his sister said for the second time.
    I suppose having some eye candy while I worked the summer away wasn’t the worst thing that could happen.
     

 
    CHAPTER 10
     
    Kane
     
    Backstage--or in our case, out back of the bar--we all grabbed a beer from Kara and sat at the table and chairs. Not the best backstage, but we took what we could get. B always gave us free booze and let us have our own private party back there, under the covered patio. Hell, even if it was snowing, we’d have a fire, warming pots. It might have been below freezing, but our little area was a toasty seventy degrees. Plus the guys could smoke and we could all come down from our high of being rock stars, kind of.
    The redhead, sitting on my lap, kept messing with my hair. I hated when girls messed with my hair. Maybe this wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought. I was getting over it fast, until Caroline walked outback.
    Swaying as she walked, Caroline tossed her arms around her father. “Hey, Dad,” she slurred. Her eyes were hooded as she smiled up at her father. The next thing I knew, she was mean mugging me. “You were awesome,” she said, pointing in my direction. She was definitely wasted, there’s no way she’d openly admit she liked me. “Oh, wait wrong person.” Turning to Trent, she swayed across the patio and plopped herself down on his large lap, taking him totally off guard. “You, were amazing. Everyone else sucked, especially that one,” she said, pointing at me.
    I knew there had to be a catch. “Can you guys keep an eye on her for me?” B asked. “I have to go help out inside, there’s still a ton of people.”
    “Hell, yeah, we'll take good care of her,” Reece said, nodding his head and bouncing the blonde who was on his lap.
    B shook his head. “No, not you. You stay away from her,” B said, before heading back into the bar.
    “What the hell? What’s his beef with me?”
    We all laughed and ignored any further noise coming from Reece. I couldn’t help but watch as Caroline made herself familiar on Trent’s lap, laying her head gently on his broad shoulder. He took advantage and held her waist tightly.
    “You smell really good,” she said through glazed-over eyes.
    Why won’t this bitch stop messing with my hair? Taking her hand in mine, I moved the redhead’s hand to her lap for the tenth time. I caught Trent’s hand move from Caroline’s hip, to the middle of her back, and it kept moving south.
    “Kitty,” I called to get her attention.
    Sitting up, she swatted Trent’s hand away. Jumping off his lap, she turned to face him. “I told you not to call me that and stop feeling me up,” she spat, laying in on him.
    “It wasn’t me--” Trent tried to say.
    “Save it. I