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he was and how incredible he looked, she’d never do that.   So he wouldn’t be looking for her tonight.   Someone else was going to get Mark Cassidy, and she’d sleep in the arms of her best friend, as she always did when this happened.  
    She ran off the stage, more shouts and screams erupting from the crowd as people caught glimpses of the guys, the noise level rising considerably.  
    Mark grabbed her hand as she ran past him, pushing her back against the wall in one swift movement, kissing her hard and fast before pulling away and walking off onto the stage, and all she could do was watch him, out there where he belonged in front   of his adulating audience.   The crowd went crazy the second he walked out there and from that moment on he was in the zone, out in the one place he wanted to be and Stevie couldn’t help but find it an incredible turn on.   Even though she knew she wouldn’t get near him tonight.
    Johnny caught her eye as he followed Mark out, walking backwards as he smiled at her, that knowing look passing between them.   They both knew the drill for tonight.   They both knew the way things would play out.   And it was good to know he was going to be there, because she was going to need him.
    She hugged Billy as he made his way out onto the stage, not missing the look his wife Ava threw in her direction but that wasn’t even worth giving a second thought to.   Billy wasn’t interested in her nor her in him.   He was the family man of the band, the daddy of the group, and she loved him like a brother, nothing more, nothing less.
    “Don’t I get a kiss then?” Jack smirked, as usual the last one to make it out onto the stage.  
    Stevie looked at him.   “Fuck off, Jack.”
    “When you talk like that it’s such a turn on, do you know that?”
    “In your dreams, Warner.”
    “Always, Stevie.   Always,” he shouted as he ran off out onto the stage, the crowd now going wild as the first chords of their classic anthem ‘Days Of Old’ started up.  
    Mark’s voice belted out into the warm Mediterranean night and Stevie peered out at the sea of arms punching the air, flags waving, bodies jumping up and down to the thumping beat and heavy guitar riffs.   And then she looked over at Mark.   He was away in that world he always went to when he was on stage.   It was his territory, his space, and he owned it.  
    “Are you two actually together then or what?” Ava asked, moving closer to Stevie at the side of the stage.  
    Stevie turned to look at Billy’s pretty, dark haired pregnant wife.   “In a way.”
    “Doesn’t it bother you, though?   That he goes off with other women?”
    Stevie was watching the band again, watching Johnny play the riffs they were famous for, putting his all into everything as Jack ran around the stage like some demented animal.   But it was Mark who had the crowd right where he wanted them.   Mark Cassidy - handsome, sexy and dangerous.   One hell of a front man.
    “It doesn’t bother me in the slightest,” Stevie replied, shoving her hands in the pockets of her denim shorts as she watched Mark jump off the main part of the stage and run down to the barriers that held the crowd back.   The girls at the front were screaming like he was some member of a boy band, practically throwing themselves at him, and she wondered if he was picking one out, seeing who’s night he was going to make.  
    “But, don’t you want to settle down?” Ava was continuing to question her and she just wished she’d go away.   What kind of right did she have to start interrogating her anyway when she’d hardly said two words to her the whole time they’d been here?
    “No, Ava.”   She turned to look at her again.   “I don’t want to settle down.   If I did I wouldn’t be doing this, would I?   And I certainly wouldn’t be with Mark.”
    Ava looked her up and down, taking in her tattoos and her biker boots and her oil stained shorts from where she’d