“I want the same thing for you. So while we’re alone, I just wanted to make sure you’re not upset with me,” Sasha said. She lifted her feet out of the pool and they both stood and reached for towels on the chairs behind them.

“Why would I be?” Cassidy asked, while drying her legs.

Sasha did the same before sitting down to buckle her sandals as she replied. “I know you don’t want to be around Dash but when Xander asked if the band could borrow your talents for a short time, I couldn’t lie. It’s going to take a while to get the paperwork for the new business going and Harrison is finishing up a movie. We all have down time now.”

“I know. And I didn’t have to say yes when Axel asked. This job isn’t your doing. It’s my brother’s and that’s because he has no idea I slept with Dash.” Cassidy winced at the reminder of the best night of her life that had ended in the most humiliating morning after.

“I want to throttle Dash for being such an asshole,” Sasha muttered.

There was nothing Cassidy could say to that since she agreed. And if Axel found out, he’d kill Dash, himself.

Cassidy and Axel’s parents had died in a car accident when Cassidy was five and Axel, seven. Their grandmother had raised them until she’d passed away, leaving an eighteen year old Axel to deal with Cassidy. A sixteen year old girl just finding herself. Though Cassidy felt like they’d looked out for each other, Axel had deemed himself her father figure and still acted as such.

Sasha sighed. “Yeah. I’ve seen how over protective Axel can be. I don’t think he’d take the news well and the last thing you want is an issue between the band’s lead singer and their new drummer. They have enough crazy publicity as it is,” Sasha said.

“Agreed.” Neither one of them mentioned Dash’s baby scare out loud.

Sasha probably didn’t want to hurt Cassidy by discussing it. And Cassidy didn’t want to puke into the man’s million dollar pool. She was aware based on the timing that he’d slept with the woman before he’d been with Cassidy. Not that it mattered. He hadn’t been with her in any way that inspired loyalty or monogamy. But the thought of Dash fathering some skank’s baby made Cassidy want to alternatively be sick and cry. How could she have let herself fall for the proverbial rock star?

A shriek came from the far side of the grass. Cassidy and Sasha turned to see one of the big breasted women pull off her bikini top and jump into the deep end of the pool. Three men shucked their shorts and followed.

“Oh. My. God.” Cassidy spun away, not needing to see more.