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either,” he said, and grabbed my hand again. “Come on. Dressing room is just ahead. I need my jacket.”
    I walked along next to him. I was speechless. He was flirting with me! The inner idiot got up and started doing the Dougie and I had to push her into a chair and tie her there; there was absolutely no reason to think he was being anything but silly after he caught me ogling his butt. I tried to put it out of my mind, but my buttcheek was pleasantly warm from where he had made contact. It tingled and I liked it. Of course, I was completely in ‘like’ with this guy anyway.
    He pulled open another door on the left and motioned me into the room.
    The rest of Silver Soul was finishing up their packing. The rest. Of the band. I came close to swooning again.
    “Hey guys,” he called.
    They all looked up. Four pair of eyes belonging to some of the sexiest men in Pittsburgh: Vatori, Dave Mull, Ript and Van the Animal. They all looked shocked at him standing there, and then looked double shocked when they saw me standing there.
    “You couldn’t bring the rest of us beer?” Dave asked.
    “How many hands do I have?” Nick asked.
    “Who’s the chub?”
    “The lady is with me,” he snapped at Dave. “Morgan, the guys.” They all waved at me, except Dave, who just went back to locking up the last of his cases. I knew I didn’t like him. Nick put his hand on the small of my back and pressed me into the room. “Morgan is apparently a superfangirl who was helping Stat behind the bar tonight.”
    “She’s not acting like a groupie,” Vatori said.
    “You should have seen her mating dance,” he said.
    “Oh, God,” I grimaced, putting a hand to my head.
    Vatori walked up to me carrying his bass equipment in one hand. “Nice to meet you, Morgan. I have to be places tomorrow morning, so forgive me running out.” He stuck his hand out and I shook it. “Try coming back on a Friday or Saturday. We’ll get you back here.”
    The little bitch in my head was trying to slip her bonds and do the Dougie again. She needed to pick a different dance. “Thanks.” He slipped out the door behind us.
    Van and Ript both finished what they were doing a moment later and headed for the door. Van only had a bag with him, but Ript had an amplifier and guitar. Van grabbed the amp and walked at me. “We’ve all got stuff tomorrow. We’d love it if you came back when we can stay, Morgan.” He shook my hand as well and stepped out.
    Ript winked and shook my hand. “Ditto, chica. Come back another night.” He had a vague, sexy Latino accent. He disappeared out the door as well.
    Nick took my hand and walked me in further, to his corner. He had a desk there with a lamp, paper and pens and stuff. There were several set lists and pay stubs and folders with labels on them. He drained the rest of the beer and put in the recycle bin. I must’ve given him a funny look because he nodded at the can. “Save the planet.”
    “Nice,” I agreed.
    The door slammed behind us and we both turned to look. We were alone and Nick glowered at the door for a moment before mumbling, “Asshole.” He looked at me. “More and more that guy is becoming an asshole. He was cool until we sat down and voted to not going any further than being a local band. Now, he’s rude all the time.” He smiled. “I’m sorry.”
    “Nah, it’s fine,” I said. “He’s not exactly my favorite.” My eyes went wide, and I was horrified at the fangirl statement.
    But, Nick just laughed lightly. “We have that much in common.”
    He turned back and rifled through some more stuff, grabbing two pieces of paper. He pulled the jacket off the chair, and tossed it on. He put the papers in the jacket pocket inside and then reached into another and pulled out keys. He grabbed my hand, and we walked back out of the dressing room. He pulled it closed and turned to lock it. “Was it everything you dreamed?”
    “Smelled like gym socks,” I said. “Didn’t smell like that