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me. He s like a man possessed by craziness.
So& He closes the space between us and holds out his arms for a hug. Friends, again?
I shrug and wrap my arms around his waist. Friends.
It actually feels good to get to this point. We should be able to be friends without all this weird
tension between us. Two people who dated in high school should be able to look past that and have a
healthy friendship. This is going to make working on the children s literacy campaign so much easier.
I rest my head against his chest, and he rubs my back. Noel holding me like this reminds me of
when we were a couple and he was unbelievably sweet. I sigh and give him one final squeeze before
I let this lingering hug between us get weird.
Come on. I ll buy you some of those sour-lemon candies you like so much. He tugs my shirt.
I grin. It s funny the things people remember about another person. Only if you eat some with
me.
He laughs and throws his arm around me as we start towards the store. The thought alone of
eating those things make me want to puke. I ate what one hundred and fifty of those things in one
sitting because you dared me?
It was four hundred and eighty-seven. The bet was five hundred remember? And you lost
miserably. I poke his stomach.
He grabs my hand and holds it against his chest over his heart. It s a simple gesture, but a
dangerous one. Something so sweet will wear down my willpower to resist him if he tries to tempt
me into sleeping with him again. I know the Noel I use to love is in this sexy, bad-boy rocker
somewhere.
I pull my hand away, and Noel gazes down at me with sad eyes. Desperate for a subject change I
say, My friend, Aubrey, is meeting up with us in Dallas tomorrow.
Is she the one that came with you to the show, when you& His eyes dart away from mine. It s
like he doesn t want to bring up the time I walked in on him with the two sluts back in Houston.
Allowing him off the hook, I don t even acknowledge his slip up. Yeah. She s from Texas, so
she s flying down to catch the show and driving to her parents place near Waco when we leave for
the next city.
He nods. We ll actually spend a couple days in Dallas. Our manager booked us all rooms so we
can get off the bus for a bit.
A smile creeps across my lips. You think we ll have time to drive home for a night? I m sure
your parents will be thrilled to see you.
Noel stops in his tracks. No. I promised myself I d never go back there, not after the way Dad
treated me.
But your mom& don t you miss her?
He sighs. Of course I do.
Well, then come home with me.
He raises his eyebrows. What do you mean, come home with you?
I turn my hands over and shrug. My parents would love to have you over. We can drive down,
invite your mom to dinner at my mom's house, and we can stay the night. It d give you a chance to
spend time with your mom without having to face your father.
You d do that for me?
Of course I would. You re my oldest friend.
Noel throws his arm around me and pulls me in close to his side just like old times, and I m
amazed how natural it feels.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
We pull into Dallas a little after four o clock the next day. The bus rounds the corner towards the
American Airlines Center concert hall. This is yet another monstrously huge venue Black Falcon will
no doubt fill tomorrow night. Security guards open the authorized personal only gate and allow the
bus to pass through. The driver turns the bus smoothly into the back lot area and then cuts the engine.
Whoo hoo! Two days of freedom, boys! Trip yells as he slaps a baseball cap over his jet black
hair. Now to find me a little honey while I m here.
Tyke laughs at his brother as he looks out the bus window. That shouldn t be a problem.
I follow his line of sight. A mass of fans wait outside with cameras and We love you signs in
hand. Most of them are women, but there are a few guys in the mix as well. The majority seems
harmless, but a handful of women stick out in their scantily clad clothing that screams fuck me! Trip
and Tyke point out a few and chat amongst themselves calling dibs on certain women.
Riff joins them and gives the group a careful once over, like he s deciding on which dessert to
pick.
I roll my eyes.
Men.
My cell phone rings, and I yank it from my back pocket. I was just getting ready to call you.
Good thing because I m already here, Aubrey says into the phone. I think this is the bus your
on.
I shove in-between the gawking men and scan the crowd. Aubrey stands to the side with the phone
against her ear wearing a pair of low rise cut off shorts and a black tank top. She s showing just
enough stomach for the guys to fight over which one has dibs on the red head. I see you! I m coming
out.
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