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beer. The stuff currently stocking the fridge looked suspiciously like vegetables and raw meat.
    Eric leaned back and waved a hand at the refrigerator. “What’s up with the food? Where are my hot dogs?”
    Jace rose from the booth around the dining table and stood beside him, his brow crumpled with confusion. “Are those vegetables?”
    “Looks like it.”
    Trey and Brian came to stand in their little huddle before the open refrigerator door. The four of them stood there staring into the fridge as if assessing a piece of modern art for
deeper meaning.
    “Wait. Is that… cauliflower?” Brian asked, reaching in and poking the package of cauliflower as if he expected it to bite him.
    “Sed!” Trey called to Sed, who was driving the bus in Dave’s absence. They’d already decided they needed to hire a new driver as soon as possible, but this arrangement would work for now.
    “What?” Sed called from the driver’s seat.
    “Do you know anything about the vegetables in the refrigerator?”
    “Jessica says I need to eat better.”
    “So putting this stuff in the fridge makes her think you’re actually going to eat it?” Trey asked.
    “I guess.”
    “Did she forget that none of us can cook?”
    “I can stir up some scrambled eggs,” Eric said. It was the one thing he knew how to cook. And they could be flavored with just about anything. He enjoyed trying new spices. Perhaps nutmeg and sage this time.
    Eric reached for the carton of eggs.
    Jace karate chopped his wrist, and Eric’s fingers went numb. “Step away from the eggs, Sticks.”
    Eric might have complained, but Rebekah giggled at his expense and his concentration shattered. He glanced at her sitting in one of the captain’s chairs with her feet curled beneath her. Her mismatched socks barely showed from beneath the ginormous sweatshirt she was swimming in. The faded red garment must have once belonged to a four-hundred-pound linebacker. She’d insisted that she was cold when he’d teased her about wearing it earlier. She was already so goddamned adorable, and that huge garment made her seem even more petite. He suppressed the urge to sweep her into his arms and bury his face in her neck. And lose his hands inside that baggy sweatshirt to see if her pert nipples were hard again.
    “Maybe there’s a frozen pizza in there,” Brian said, opening the freezer. He leaned in for a closer inspection. “Chicken? Why is there chicken in the freezer?”
    “Jessica’s idea,” Sed called from the driver’s seat.
    “I thought she was supposed to be a smart chick,” Trey said. “Does she really think we’re going to eat this complicated stuff?”
    “She is a smart chick. She’s marrying me,” Sed called.
    Eric and the rest of the guys busted out laughing. “That proves she’s dumb as a post.”
    Sed stomped the brakes, and his four bandmates ricocheted off each other like bowling pins. Eric sobered immediately; memories of wrenching metal, fear of death, and agonizing pain in his ankle took all the humor out of the situation. He’d limped for days after the bus accident, but all things considered, with the exception of Dave’s injury, they’d been lucky.
    Rebekah untangled her legs from beneath her sweatshirt and slipped between the guys to peer into the fridge. “I can probably throw something together.”
    Brian’s head swiveled in her direction. “You know how to cook?”
    “I’ve been in the kitchen a time or two.” She smiled at them.
    When her eyes fell on Trey, he turned and moved to the front of the bus. He leaned against the dashboard, crossed his arms over his chest, and struck up a conversation with Sed. Eric saw the pain in Rebekah’s troubled eyes before she covered it with a bright smile. “Go sit down, guys. I’ll make dinner.”
    Rebekah’s eyes opened wide when Brian grabbed her in a crushing embrace. “Thank you.” He planted a kiss on her temple and squeezed her enthusiastically, swaying side to side with