“Knock knock, we’re coming in!” Dash recognized Jagger, his lead guitarist’s voice followed by footsteps, letting him know Mac, the bassist and Axel, the new drummer… who happened to be Cassidy’s brother, were with him. And fuck no, Axel did not know what had happened between Dash and his sister.

“In the kitchen,” Dash called out.

“Really?” Xander asked, eyebrow raised in annoyance.

Sasha squeezed his shoulder. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not. What’s wrong with your house?” he asked Dash. “I love you but half the time it feels like you guys live here.”

Dash lifted his shoulders. “Our road manager came by, called a few friends…”

“There’s a party at his place,” Mac said, as the guys filed into the kitchen dressed in bathing trunks and sneakers.

Sasha narrowed her gaze. “Where’s Cass?”

Cassidy used to be Sasha’s personal assistant until the band’s latest one quit. Xander, Sasha and Harrison Dare, a movie star friend of hers, were creating a production company. But there was time before they’d need Cassidy to work. Axel had convinced her to lend he band a hand. Again, because Axel had no idea that Dash had fucked his sister and walked out, making certain she understood what one-and-done meant. Because yeah, when Dash got feelings, he was that much of an asshole.

“She’s at the pool, keeping an eye on shit,” Axel said, wincing under Sasha’s pissed off glare.

Normally Dash would get the brunt of her anger but Axel had been the last guy to leave the house. And he was Cassidy’s brother.

“You left her there with your goddamn entourage and the groupies?” Sasha walked over and smacked Dash upside the head.

“Hey! I didn’t do it,” he muttered.

She shot him a look that let him know he’d done other things to earn him that swat and he couldn’t deny he deserved it. Nor could he fight with her in front of the band.

“Overseeing your parties and babysitting your groupies isn’t part of her job description.” Sasha swiped a set of car keys that sat on a bowl on the counter.

“Where are you going?” Xander asked.

“To save my best friend.” She waved at Xander with a warm smile that Dash had to admit would make any man envious, ignored the rest of them, and strode out of the kitchen.

“Good job,” Xander muttered. “Way to piss her off.”

Dash ran a hand over his face. “Look I have a lot on my mind!”

Xander looked at him, his jaw tight and Dash didn’t say a word. Of his two brothers, he could read Xander best. And Xander wanted to give Dash the same lecture Linc had.

When this nightmare was over, Dash needed to get his shit together. ASAP.

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