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his spot on the couch.
    Daisy giggles,
the blush spreading across her face. “Well he is!” She shouts back.
    Evan winks
playfully at Daisy, “Who do you think taught him how to rock a room and get the
girl?  Baby, he got it all from me.  If you think he’s hot, I’ll burn
your house down.”
    Daisy is nearly
fucking drooling now. “You sing too?” She asks in surprise.
    Evan’s lip curls
into a smirk, “I taught that bitch everything he knows.  Want a lesson?
 I can squeeze ya in on Wednesday.” He teases.
    “She’s happily
married and knocked the fuck up.” Gray says, but lacks any real anger.
    “I am.” Daisy
says, smiling towards Gray, who winks at her. “I really am.”
    “So is Jameson…”
Evan chuckles. “Well, not the knocked up part.  Abby takes care of that.
 So, you playin’ a show while you’re in town then?” Evan asks, looking up
at me.
    I nod, “Yep.
 Tomorrow night.”
    Evan grins,
tossing his gun to the light table.  Grabbing his phone, he starts
thumbing away with a big smile spreading across his face. “What if I were to
say that Abby and Jameson are wantin’ to see you in action?  Could be
interesting if Abby were to sign you to Ironsound.”
    I look at Daisy
who is bouncing up and down, and says. “You tell them I'll have all access
passes for all of you up front tomorrow night.  I’ll give you the number
to my cell, just text me the number you need and I’ll take care of it.” She
fumbles out trying to compose herself.
    “Works for us.”
Evan says, thumbing another text and tossing his phone down. “We’re done here
Hunter.” He adds, then wraps his arm to cover the fresh ink.
    When Sean
mentions that a few blocks down there’s a bar that has kick ass food and great
music, it shoots our diner idea to hell.  We all decide it’s perfect to
shoot the shit for the night there, instead of a diner.  Hunter whines
about his precious bacon until Evan informs him they have some kind of bacon
covered pretzel dog.  By then, he’s ready to shove us all down the street.
 After Hunter pays for his sleeve work, we all pile into the ‘Burban,
since Evan says he can always just walk back later.    
    Just as we pull
away from the curb, Hunter’s phone starts playing his ringtone for Chase.
 Sean looks over at Hunter with an amused grin. “You’re ringtone is ‘ Stroke
me, by Mickey Avalon’ ?” He asks, making the entire vehicle erupt in
laughter.
    Hunter shrugs,
“Yep.  The bitch can stroke like a boss.” Pushing a button he smiles, then
puts the phone to his ear. “My Tigerlily.  Are you callin’ to Facetime
from the waist down?”
    “You’re a sick bastard
Cunter.” Daisy snaps, curled up against Gray in the third row seat.
    Hunter’s body
tightens next to mine, I barely hear Chase’s screeching about something into
his ear. “What the fuck do you mean you ‘heard things’ Chase?” He asks in a
harsh voice. “Uh huh…  Uh huh… No fuckin’ way !. ”
He bites out angrily, then glances at me. “You’re sure?  Um, I can’t talk
to you about it right now, Tigerlily.  I’ll call you later.” Hunter snaps,
watching my expression.   What the fuck is this all about?  He
ends the call, shoving the phone in his pocket without another word.  
    “What the hell
was that about Cunter?” Daisy asks, leaning up in her seat.  Thankful to
her for asking the question I want to ask but didn’t want the interrogation
that would come along with the answer.
    Looking straight
ahead, Hunter shakes his head. “Not talkin’ about it now.  I’ll deal with
this shit later.  I’ve got bacon to eat, beer to drink and kinky tattoo
sex stories to hear about.” He bites out. “So, Mrs. Cole, you can fuck right
off with your pregnancy hormones.  This isn’t the goddamn time or place.”
    Daisy huffs
loudly, sitting back in her seat. “I’ll show you hormones when I shove my foot
up your ass dickhead!” My thoughts immediately go to Camaron.