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suck."
    "What? I'm a guy, Liss. I'm not going to notice every time you change your nail polish."
    "Oh yeah, because an entirely new hair color is such a tiny difference. God, you can be such a jerk."
    "Oh great. Now you're gonna do the girl thing? Where I'm the bad guy because I'm tired and my day sucked? Guess the honeymoon is over."
    "Don't you dare," I said. "I'm not like that and you know it. And your bad day isn't my fault, either, so don't take it out on me."
    Joe frowned and then took a deep breath. "I know. I'm sorry." He stood up and came around behind me, patting the back of my head. "I always loved your hair. And this is even better."
    "Whatever."
    "I mean it. You look gorgeous." He leaned over and kissed my neck, but it did nothing to soothe the tension in my body. "Liss, come on. What is it?"
    "Nothing. I…I just thought you'd like it. Cooler hair for a rock star's girlfriend."
    "Hmm." His hand reached around to caress the side of my breast. "I like how that sounds."
    "What?"
    "You, referring to yourself as my girlfriend."
    I blushed. "You said it first. The other day."
    "Caught that, did you?"
    "Yes."
    His fingers dropped to my waist.
    "Hey, Mr. Grumpy, whatcha doing down there?"
    Joe chuckled and bit my shoulder lightly. "Ending this argument once and for all. And getting in a better mood."
    "Uh huh. So you admit you were in a bad one when I got back?"
    "Yes. And I shouldn't be. I've got the sexiest girl in the country in my hotel room and she's got awesome new hair. My life is perfect."
    I snorted and turned my face to his, planting a kiss on his lips. "And don't you forget it."
    "I won't. Let me make this up to you." His fingers snuck under my shirt and headed for my bra.
    "You can try," I said, still a little shaken.
    "I will. I'll try all night."
    I let him lead me back over to the bed. The sex was wonderful, as always, but it didn't erase the stress he was under, or my nerves about being just one more thing for him to deal with. In the back of my mind I wondered if something hadn't shifted between us, making the foundation of our relationship unsteady and in danger of falling to pieces.

Chapter Six
    The next night things still weren't right between us, but they were better. Backstage at another show there wasn't time for serious talking and it was too loud for me to get lost in my own thoughts.
    A day off had reenergized everyone, it seemed, except for Ryan. He spent the entire show roaming around looking for someone to yell at, and I made sure to stay out of his way. When the guys came offstage he barked at them for no reason, reminded them about a radio station contest meet-and-greet after the show, and scowled the whole time.
    As the band members retreated to dressing rooms for a brief break even prickly Rick noted Ryan's attitude. "What the hell crawled up his ass and died?"
    Joe and I giggled. He was one to talk. I'd gotten used to Rick's attitude, but he walked around glaring hard enough to turn everyone to stone. Joe claimed it was his artistic "intensity," but I knew an asshole when I saw one.
    Needing a moment of comfort, I hugged Joe and inhaled deeply, enjoying his sweaty stench.
    "Are you sniffing me?"
    "Yes."
    "Weirdo." He kissed me, cupping my ass in his hands. "You smell great. I smell like an old gym sock."
    "No you don't," I replied, licking his neck. "You smell sweaty but clean. I love it."
    He growled playfully and thrust his hips against me. "Mmm, I had no idea you were so kinky. We should explore this. If-"
    A knock on the door interrupted.
    "What?"
    "Hurry the hell up in there. Your fucking fans don't want to wait all night," Ryan said from the other side.
    "Be right there." Joe gave me a peck on the nose and released me reluctantly. "To be continued."
    I frowned and tossed him a towel and a t-shirt. I knew he had to work but I was getting tired of sharing him with the whole world every night.
    He wiped down, shrugged into the shirt and took a deep breath. "Okay, let's do this."
    We