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light. Jake swallowed and nodded. Duncan leaned closer, and Jake held his breath, thinking, He’s going to kiss me. And I’m going to let him , just as a PA dashed into the dressing room without knocking. The two men jumped apart as the door slammed open against the wall. Jake looked up, noting the damage to the wall from the doorknob. Dammit. They’d have to pay for that.
    “Two minutes!” the young woman blurted frantically. “We’ve been looking for you everywhere!”
    Duncan grimaced then laughed as Jake ran his hands through his hair, trying to calm down so the erection pressing against his zipper would fade. It was damned uncomfortable. Then he smiled at Duncan. Both men could feel Emma’s puzzlement and faint embarrassment. “Gotta show to do!” Duncan said, getting up from the couch. He turned and reached down to Jake, not bothering to hide his arousal from his friend. Jake hoped Duncan’s hard-on would subside before he had to go onstage. He didn’t relish finding yet another ode-to-Duncan’s-cock video on YouTube. Catching Jake’s thoughts, Duncan winked. “Come on, man, you’ve got stuff to do, too.”
    Jake smiled at his best friend and took his hand.

Chapter 3

    Over the next two weeks, Emma tried to get used to sensing Jake and Duncan. It wasn’t easy. Duncan was on tour, performing almost every night, and she always knew when he was on stage. The adrenaline rush of the concerts made it difficult for her to sleep, and she felt herself getting more and more tired as the days went by. She had to get up and go to work while Duncan and Jake got to sleep in after a show. It was difficult to adjust, especially with all the questions she had about what the future would bring, but still, the two weeks to the concert at Madison Square Garden where Julie won front row tickets passed quickly. Emma felt weird knowing that two other people knew what she was doing, thinking, feeling at any given moment but reassured herself that they couldn’t possibly spend all their time peeking in on her any more than she could spend all her time peeking in on them. It took concentration and focus to really understand what was happening in their lives, to hear complete conversations rather than just receive random impressions. Even as she got used to it, none of it was quite real to her. If it wasn’t for the marks on her arms, she would think she was imagining everything. Julie, on the other hand, spazzed out every time Emma casually mentioned anything having to do with Duncan or Jake. It made for some awkward conversations.
    “Yeah, Duncan tripped the other day and fell against a piece of equipment,” Emma was saying at lunchtime when Julie casually mentioned the bandage Duncan sported at the previous night’s concert. Many of the fans were speculating on the nature of the injury since the bandage was on Duncan’s neck. Julie squealed when Emma revealed her knowledge, making her wince. Emma didn’t even realize that she knew how Duncan had hurt himself until Julie began talking about it. Emma explained this to Julie.
    “Holy shit, Emma, that’s incredible! How do you know? Did you have another dream?”
    “Julie, please, you can’t tell anyone! I’m sure Duncan and Jake don’t want their private lives exposed for everyone to see.” Emma looked around, hoping no one else could hear their conversation.
    Julie looked at her friend then nodded. “I understand. You’re my best friend, don’t worry. I wouldn’t do anything to mess things up. It’s just so exciting! I’ve been crushing on Duncan for years, and here you are with a private line into his head. And he’s hot. Like seriously hot.”
    Emma smiled at Julie’s enthusiasm. She couldn’t blame the other woman. She’d seen interviews and internet footage of Duncan being mobbed by fans, most of them screaming women. “I know, I remember you rhapsodizing about him when his first album came out. And no, it wasn’t a dream. It’s like, I just knew.