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closed all the way, bouncing it off his shoulder and pushing his way into the room.
    “Fuck,” Ramsey growled. “You on the rag or something?”
    Syon went toward the vanity where his makeup remover was already laid out.
    “Orgies get old after about two hundred of them,” Syon answered.
    “Like hell they do.” Ramsey opened the fridge and selected a beer. “She really got to you. Un-fucking-believable.” He yanked the cap off and took a long drink. “Is your pride really that tender? So she turned you down. There’s plenty of tail for the asking.”
    “I want to see her again,” Syon said. “And it’s Kate. Her name is Kate.”
    Ramsey started to say something, but he snapped his jaw shut, leaned back against the wall, and took another drink from his beer. Syon sat down and began yanking off one of his boots.
    “Whatever,” Ramsey said at last. “The last time you got hung up on a girl, you wrote ‘Insatiable Craving,’ so go chase her ass for all I care. Just don’t forget I warned you where it was heading.”
    Syon dropped his second boot onto the floor. “I think you just said it would take us to another double platinum record, so quit whining.”
    Ramsey still hesitated before pushing himself away from the wall. “Yeah, I guess that’s what I said. Come on down if you change your mind.”
    Ramsey stopped with his hand on the door. “Why are you such a romantic?”
    “I said I wanted to see her again, not hit my knee and propose,” Syon shot back. “Sometimes, I even get to know a girl’s middle name before I take her to bed. You might try it once in a while. You know, to shake things up.”
    Ramsey snorted. “We’ve got everything we ever wanted, so don’t let some chick convince you you’re not happy.”
    Syon leaned back and closed his eyes the moment the door closed behind Ramsey.
    He should go blow his load.
    Find someone that looked like Kate and fuck her out of his system.
    Instead, he removed his makeup and showered. The suite had three rooms, but Syon felt like a canned vegetable without a balcony. Most of the upscale hotels were going without balconies because of lawsuits over drunken falls. He could still hear the steady beat vibrating down the hallway from where the rest of the band was decompressing.
    He pulled on a pair of jeans and wandered over to where his guitar had been set up. Only the bathroom light was on, letting him sink into the shadows as he fingered the strings, letting a melody flow from his mind to his fingers. The concert had taken the edge off his passion, allowing him enough patience to toy with a new rhythm.
    * * *
    “Overdosing on your sweet body sounds like a great idea.”
    Kate growled and looked at her bedside clock…again. She needed sleep, but every time she closed her eyes, she heard Syon’s raspy voice. B.O.B. was sitting on her bedside table, charging away. She’d moved her trusty vibrator onto the table the moment she found out her boyfriend Todd had been two-timing her. She gave a little snort and turned over, because what she craved was hard, body-to-body contact. Bare skin, raspy breath—in short, the whole enchilada. B.O.B. couldn’t deliver that. The moment she closed her eyes, all she saw was the way Syon’s eyes had narrowed before he kissed her.
    Damn, the man could kiss.
    “Oh, God, yeah…run your claws down me.”
    Maybe she should have, because she wouldn’t be getting a second opportunity.

Chapter 2
    A Harley sat outside the costume shop the next morning. It was brand-new, the chrome shining in the morning sun. Kate paused for a moment to admire the custom work on the machine. It was definitely not factory specs.
    Shit.
    Sturgis was three weeks away. She didn’t have a second to spare for the boys who hadn’t gotten their orders in. But bikers didn’t tend to take “no” very well, and Percy would be the first one to run screaming, leaving her to face whatever growling grizzly bear of a disgruntled customer was waiting