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faced him as he stopped the vehicle in the garage and killed the engine.
    He clasped her face between his palms. Gorgeous as always, even if her cosmetics were creating black veins on her face. Using the pads of his thumbs he smudged away the streaks of makeup as best as he could. “That’s better. The lipstick was smeared by Aaron.”
    The lucky bastard .
    “ I mislead you. I didn’t encourage Aaron and wasn’t interested in sleeping with him. He got me to his room promising to show me an original Salvatore Dali painting.” She clutched his wrist. She was an art enthusiast, and Aaron had a lot of it to show off. “I never saw the painting. He wasn’t taking no for an answer. I was relieved to see you.”
    Anger tore through him. He hoped he managed to keep the ire off his face. No sense in upsetting her further, but the burn in his knuckles felt so much better having this information. “I wish I’d punched the bastard more.”
    A sad smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “You’re the best.”
    Releasing her, he sat back in his seat and held her shiny gaze. “Before we go inside, tell me what you want out of life, and I’ll try my damndest to make it happen.”
    “ I don’t know.” She leaned against the door.
    “ You really wanna be Bama bound?” The move would have to be executed judiciously, but if she relocated to a bigger city maybe, just maybe she could evade the press for a while.
    “ I thought I did. Now…. ” She shrugged and glanced at the door to the house. Translation, now that it appeared Jase would cave to her wishes, she wasn’t so sure it’s what she wanted. At least that’s how Heath interpreted her wretched expression.
    “ What about art school? Or cooking classes?” Two things he knew she loved.
    She faced him. “Those are hobbies, nothing with purpose.”
    “ We could give you more duties within the band. You’re good with the fans who win backstage passes.”
    “ Probably not a good idea.” She picked at her nails. “I’m the scandal child, remember? Moms don’t want me near their kids, and I don’t blame them.”
    “ Why’d you take the car anyway?”
    “ Stupidity. The girl at the club tossed me her keys and told me if I scratched it while parking it her daddy would have my job. It pissed me off that she assumed I was a valet.” Proof not everyone recognized her. Or… out of jealousy the girl maligned Sam. “Do I look like a valet?”
    “ Not even on your worst day.” Still wasn’t a good enough reason, but he suspected she already knew that. They were lucky the girl’s father happened to be Judge Moody and his daughter was Hot Wired’s ‘biggest fan’. He’d bribed the magistrate with autographs and backstage passes. Upon reflection the Judge had jumped at the offer much too quickly as if he suspected his daughter’s less than stellar involvement. “Think about the job offer with the band.”
    At least that ’d give her some purpose in her life.
    “ Doubtful Jase would agree, anyway.”
    Speak of the devil her brother yanked open the door to the garage.
    “ He doesn’t speak for the entire band, Sam.” Time to defend her against her emotional sibling. “We’re not doing this out here,” Heath said to Jase as they exited the vehicle.
    “ Stay out of this.” A muscle ticked in Jase’s jaw. Had to be the maddest Heath had ever seen his friend. His band mate pointed at Sam. “Do you realize how childish your actions are? Messing with his feelings like that, it’s unfair and hurtful. You owe him an apology.”
    “ I already told him I was sorry.”
    “ I didn’t need one.”
    Jase ’s face was blotchy with his anger. “She should be apologizing to the entire band, Fang! She stole a car just the other day. Now this. Both caught by the news. I’m disappointed in you and embarrassed to call you my sister.”
    Fresh tears erupted and spilled down Sam ’s cheeks, wrecking the rushed cleanup job they’d done on her makeup in the car.
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