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Jon climbed to his feet. “I’ll give you a call once I’m sure this therapy is going to stick. I really want to succeed this time. I’m finished with that shit.”“You better. I have some songs written that are amazing, but not Sinners’ style. I’d love to get them in front of an audience. I’m counting on you to make that happen.”Jon rolled his eyes. “You don’t need me, Eric. You could put your own band together in ten seconds. Any musician in his right mind would give his left nut to perform with you.”“But I’m counting on you.” Eric shoved Jon toward the porch steps. “Get now. I need to chase off the rest of my guests so I can have time alone with my woman.”“She’s good for you.”Eric smiled. “You don’t have to state the obvious.”Jon trotted down the steps and then turned to look at him. “Thanks.” He didn’t need to say more. Eric understood. “Happy birthday.”When Eric let himself back in the house, Rebekah was waiting in the foyer. “How did it go?”Eric nodded. “I think he’s actually

Trey chuckled. Father and son both had tufts of black hair sticking up in all directions.“I hope he has your brains,” Brian said.“And your talent,” Myrna added.“He’s perfect,” Trey said, unable to resist the impulse to smooth Malcolm’s fuzzy hair with his palm. It did no good. The baby’s downy black hair immediately returned to standing on end.“You’ll be his godfather then?” Brian asked.Trey lifted his gaze to Brian’s. As if he could deny him anything. “Yeah. I guess so.”Brian smiled. “I think you need to get busy, Mills—find yourself a nice girl and make Malcolm a best friend. You’re already nine months behind.”“Ha! Like that’s ever going to happen,” Trey said flippantly, but something inside him wanted that. Wanted something he and Brian could share. Pride of their respective sons. He could almost picture Malcolm and Trey Junior playing together in the backyard, learning how to play guitar together, getting into mischief, growing. Trey Junior? What the f**k was he thinking? T

“Are you the finalists?” a deep voice asked from somewhere behind her. Its low tone seemed to caress Reagan’s back. A shiver of delight streaked up her spine.Reagan turned to identify the speaker and almost fell on the floor. Trey Mills, the rhythm guitarist of Sinners, stood just beside the studio door. He checked her out a little and then a little more. Just enough to make her want him to inspect her closely. And naked.Black-haired, green-eyed, and exuding sexual energy, the man was gorgeous onstage, but up close his sensual charm overwhelmed her. What was he doing here? Not that she wanted him to leave or anything. More than anything she wanted to challenge him to one of Sinners’ dueling guitar solos. The ones he and Sinclair performed onstage together. She always wondered if she could outplay Trey. At every Sinners’ concert she’d attended (eleven and counting), she’d wanted to charge up on stage and challenge both of Sinners’ guitarists to a little competition. Somehow, she’d ma

“At least try one out. I’d rather give them to you than get rid of them. Think of it as a gift.”“Okay,” she gushed and lifted the guitar from the hooks in the wall.“Nice choice,” he said.She had the sudden urge to burst into tears. Maximilian Richardson had paid her a compliment. And let her touch his guitar. Even better, let her play his guitar. How was she ever going to get used to this?Once they had her hooked up to an amplifier, Max called out songs and everyone followed his lead. Reagan was really glad she’d practiced all of their songs to prepare for the audition. She actually knew what she was doing, and they seemed impressed that she was keeping up with them. Sweet!As she played with her new band, she had to continually remind herself that to really serve them as a musician she should mimic Max’s sound as closely as she could. It wasn’t much of a challenge. Max was a great guitarist, but Dare was the real six-stringed talent in the band. Reagan played with her usual heart

“I’ve seen him naked before. I wasn’t overly impressed,” Dare said and took another sip of his Coke. “Harold!” he yelled.A moment later Dare’s servant/butler/whoever appeared beside the tub. “Did you need something, Mr. Mills?”“I have guests.”“Right.” Harold turned to Reagan and Trey. The shine of the afternoon sun on his bald spot was almost blinding as he bowed slightly. “Would you like a beverage? A snack? Cherry sucker?”Trey nodded.“What do you have?” Reagan asked.“Anything your heart desires,” Harold said.“Sex on the beach?”“Anywhere your heart desires,” Trey said.Reagan slid her hand farther up Trey’s thigh and he stiffened. In more than one location.“I should probably abstain,” she said. “I have to find the correct bus home.”Abstinence should not be a word in this woman’s vocabulary. Trey’s gaze lowered to the shadows of her dusty-pink ni**les just beneath the surface of the water. He bit his lip so he didn’t start with the come-on lines again. Her fingertips stroked