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  • Beat of the Heart(Runaway Train #2)(35) by Katie Ashley
  • “This,” he said, as he waved AJ’s cock pic in front of me, “is nothing to joke about. You know we never, ever joke about prize pieces of flesh, and this is certainly one of them.” Dee brought the phone in front of his eyes again. “And hell, he’s not even hard. No wonder you’re walking kinda funny today.”

    “I’m perfectly fine, thank you very much,” I snapped.

    “Mmm, mmm, he’s missing you and that fabulous vajayjay of yours so soon, huh?”

    I laughed. “You have such a way with words.”

    “I try.”

    We fell into silence then. After swallowing a giant bite of salad, Dee grunted. “Spill it, Mimi. What’s he want?”

    When I filled Dee in on AJ’s call, his eyes lit up. “He’s got it bad for you.”

    “I’m having second thoughts.”

    “Honey, you need to set up an appointment for a MRI cause your head needs checking for sure. There’s no way in hell I could say no to that cock.”

    With a laugh, I playfully smacked his arm. “This is serious, Dee. I mean, getting back in the game was one thing, but a guy like AJ—a musician with a horde of women at his beck and call...” I shook my head. “I feel like I’m emotionally setting myself up to be a lamb to the slaughter.”

    “And then again, you could end up Mrs. AJ Resendiz.”

    I snorted. “Excuse me, but who needs an MRI now? I mean, you do remember this is me you’re talking to, right? The girl whose history with men is the figurative equivalent of the Battle of Kennesaw Mountain.”

    Dee rolled his eyes. “You and your Georgia history nerdom.”

    Leaning forward on the table with my elbows, I cocked my head at him. “You really think that after the past nine months of my life, I’m up for this?”

    “We all have our pasts and baggage, Mimi. It’s our decision whether they fuck with our future.”

    With a defeated sigh, I rubbed my eyes. “Fine, fine. Deep down, I know you’re right.”

    “Of course I am.” When I shot him a look, he grinned. “Speaking of the future, let’s talk about what hot little number you’re going to wear on Friday night to get Mr. Latin Lover’s gears grinding again.”


    Drumming my fingers on my jeans, I waited anxiously in the cramped backstage room at Eastman’s Pub—the place where Runaway Train had gotten its start years ago. It was quite a different set-up from our usual concert scene, but it still felt so freakin’ right to be back here. Outside in the bar, a sold out crowd awaited us, standing room only. But a packed house was the last thing on my mind. Instead, a tall, stacked brunette occupied all my thoughts—most of which were pretty X-rated.

    Dinner with Mia on Tuesday night led to a ‘barely make it to the bed, a path of clothes strewn up the stairs inside Mia’s house’ all night sexathon. The only thing that had stopped us from going at it all day Wednesday was that Mia had to go to work, which totally blew. Wednesday and Thursday night after she got off work, we skipped the dinner, went straight to screwing, and ordered in food only after we pried ourselves off each other.

    I didn’t want to admit it, but I was getting in fucking deep with Mia. I wanted to say it was just about the sex, but it wasn’t. What we had outside of the bedroom was just as good. The shit we talked and laughed about over dinner, the way she rose to every little tease and challenge I gave her—it was fucking amazing.

    When I felt a hand on my shoulder, I jerked my head up. Abby stood before me—her brow lined with concern. In Spanish, she asked, “What’s up with you?”

    I shrugged. Keeping our conversation private from the guys, I replied back in Spanish, “Nothing. Why?”

    “You seem uncharacteristically quiet and mellow.”

    “Just in the zone for the show.”

    Abby eyed me suspiciously before Jake came up and wrapped his arms around her waist. “You guys shit talking me in Spanish?”

    I laughed. “Jesus, such an egomaniac.”

    Jake grinned. “Always, man.”

    A knock sounded at the door. Jeff, Frank’s temporary replacement as head roadie, opened the door. “Twenty minutes to show-time, guys.”

    “Thanks man,” Jake replied.

    “Guess we better go get our table,” Lily said, rising off of Bray’s lap. He smacked her ass playfully, which caused her to squeal. “Watch it, mister.”

    With a wink, he added, “I’d keep my eyes on you—watching only you—all night if I could.”

    Rhys made a gagging noise next to me. “Jesus, between the two of you and Abby and Jake, you’re killing me.”

    “You’re just jealous that your ugly mug is all sad and alone,” Bray replied.

    With a little swagger in his step, Rhys replied, “I won’t be alone for long tonight.”

    “Especially if the blonde barracudas show up,” Lily said, with disgust.

    Rhys grinned. “I certainly hope they do.” He smacked my arm. “Don’t you?”

    “Uh…yeah. I guess.”

    Rhys gave me a ‘what the fuck?’ look as Abby and Lily went out the door. Once they were gone, he asked, “Is your lack of enthusiasm for guaranteed ass because you’re betting on Kylie being here tonight?”

    Oh shit. “She’s coming?” I asked in a strangled voice.

    With a bob of his head, Rhys replied, “Lily’s mom has the kids tonight. But I would’ve thought she would have let you know that via sext or some shit.”

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