enough saved up for school yet. Not by a long shot. “It’s just for the summer.”
“Sorry, babe. I don’t need your kind of trouble. You’re beautiful and sexy, but I’ve got a long line of applicants who want your job and they don’t bring their thugs into my club.”
“They’re not thugs.”
“I thought you didn’t know them.”
“I don’t.”
He slid an envelope across his desk toward her. “Your pay.”
She snatched the envelope off the desk and stormed from Roy’s office.
Sed never ceased to fuck up her life.
Jessica burst into the dressing room and tossed all of her crap into a bag. She almost ran into Aggie on her way out. The black-haired beauty grabbed her by both arms to steady her.
“Hey, kitten, what’s the rush?”
“Roy just fired me.” She needed to get out of the place. Her throat ached with unshed tears and she didn’t want anyone to know how upset she was. It was just a stupid job. Just another failure .
“What? How could he fire you? You’re already a local favorite.”
“This is all Sed’s fault,” she said. “When I see him, I’m going to rip him a new asshole.”
“I think he’s already got a corner on the asshole market, sugar.”
Jessica tried not to smile. Failed at that, too.
“You said he was in the band Sinners, right?” Aggie asked.
“Yeah, so?”
“So they’re opening for Exodus End tonight at Mandalay Bay.”
“How do you know that?”
Aggie shrugged. “I saw a flyer tacked up somewhere.”
“Perfect,” Jessica said, starting to feel marginally better. “Now I can tell him where he can stuff his money. Better yet, I can show him where he can stuff his money.”
“If you happen to run into that blond guy who was with them last night… the fine-looking one with the tight little ass… and the hard bod… and that face… and those…” Aggie’s hands clenched and she shuddered in undisguised delight.
Blond? Jessica’s brow furrowed. “Do you mean Jace Seymour?”
“Jace.” Aggie smiled, her ruby red lips parting to reveal a perfect set of teeth. “Tell him I still owe him a dance. He paid, but ran off to fight bouncers before I could treat him to my special brand of pain.”
Jessica chuckled. “Soft spot for him, Aggie? It’s not like you to worry about pocketing some easy cash.”
Aggie winked. “Maybe.”
“I’ll try to remember to give him your message when I go kick Sed’s ass.” Her hands clenched into fists. Sedric Lionheart would regret getting her fired. Oh yes, he would.
Chapter 8
Sed took a long draw from his beer and gazed down at the picture in the palm of his hand. Jessica had given it to him a couple of years ago. He remembered that smile. Doubted she’d ever share it with him again. She fuckin’ hated his guts. So why was he sitting in the dark, staring at her picture, and drinking by himself again? Tradition, he supposed.
He set her picture beside his beer can and opened the journal he used to write songs. He couldn’t concentrate well enough to write actual lyrics, but words kept popping into his head. He pictured them, but mostly he felt them. He scrawled words on separate lines with blank spaces between so he could add phrases later.
Eyes of jade. A heart betrayed.
Anguish. Languish.
Pain. Insane.
Heart of stone. Alone.
Alone.
He took a ragged breath.
Alone.
The song would come later. He didn’t want to forget the feelings, though. He closed the journal, stuck it back in its hiding place under the bench seat cushion and picked up Jessica’s picture, fingering its worn edges.
The bedroom door at the back of the tour bus opened, and then the bathroom door slid shut. Sed tossed the picture on the table and took another sip of his beer. A few minutes later, a gentle hand touched his shoulder.
“Are you out here by yourself again?” Myrna asked.
Sed glanced up at her. “I couldn’t sleep.”
“Can I sit?”
When he shrugged, she slid into the bench across the table from