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Molly Ward—specifically, Molly Ward kicking his ass, and just asking to have hers spanked in return.
    He’d been perma-hard ever since that pseudo-scene after the show. Doubly so since he’d gotten her test results—she’d gone and done it, like she said she would. Now he had his end of the deal.
    And he should be more pissed off about it. More worried that he’d agreed to that nonsense—no lies. What the fuck did that even mean? Who in the history of public relations had ever told the whole damn truth? Because that’s what this was supposed to be, a way to save the band’s image without screwing Soren or Bethany any more than either of them had already been screwed.
    Then Molly had gone and changed the whole game up, just by being…Molly.
    Declan sat in his car for a moment, not quite ready to go meet the guys on the bus, even though he’d been the one to call the band meeting an hour before Molly was due to arrive. They needed to figure out how they were going to handle her. But he just wanted to roll the memory around for a moment, enjoy it again: what Molly had looked like when she finally agreed to do something she’d wanted to do all along. When he’d told her he knew she was into submission. To watch her body respond, and her mind catch up, was such a fucking thrill.
    He had no idea what a connection like that would feel like when he was actually inside her. Actually in a scene. It might ruin them both.
    Fuck. She had no idea how hot she was.
    And fucking smart . He was screwed. How the fuck did she know he wasn’t an alcoholic? What the hell else did she know? And how the hell were they supposed to keep her from finding out the truth about what had happened back in Philly if she’d already figured out one of their biggest lies?
    He should be seriously aggravated, but he wasn’t. He was excited. So damn excited about the prospect of having a sub that he knew it was dangerous. He knew if he let his dick lead the way he would rush into things, and he wouldn’t do that again. He needed to know more about her. Needed to know that she was stable. Sane. Safe.
    “Well, fuck me,” he muttered. He shouldn’t be allowed to feel this damn happy. And, as if on cue, his phone rang.
    It was his Uncle Jim, calling him back.
    “Finally,” Declan said into the phone. “Did you fucking hear from him?”
    “Watch your language,” Jim said automatically. Declan smiled. Jim swore like a sailor, but it was nice to know the man still considered himself a father figure.
    “C’mon, Jim. Please just tell me you heard from Soren.”
    “I did.”
    “And?”
    “And what he had to say is none of your business. But,” Jim cut him off, “he’s ok. I can tell you that. And he’s dealing with it, so you might have to back off for a while, Dec.”
    “You know he’s like my brother.”
    “Then you shouldn’t have beat the crap out of him and kicked him out.”
    “You and him are the only family I have.” Declan paused. “You’re the only ones who know.”
    “You don’t think he knows that? Shit happens. Family sucks. You have to give him his own time.”
    Declan didn’t say anything. There wasn’t much to say, except the one thing that scared Declan so much he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud.
    Jim heard it anyway.
    “I’m looking after him,” Jim said. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to him.”
    Declan exhaled. “Thank you.”
    The pressure let off, just a little bit, the way it did after a show. Just enough to keep him going.
    “Thank you,” he said again, and hung up.
    The guys were waiting. Time to go face the music.
     
    Brian, the band’s bassist, was slumped over the table in the bus’s little booth, looking miserable.
    “Why are we here early , you assholes?” he muttered.
    “Why did you get black out drunk the night before we have to leave on tour, you dumbass?” countered Gage.
    Erik just smiled. Still not one hundred percent comfortable. Declan hadn’t noticed it