“So, it’s been nearly two weeks since the Booze & Bad Decisions grand opening in Nashville,” Helen Generous says to the guys while waving them back into their seats as her intro music fades out. “How are you feeling?”

They all look at one another, silently trying to decide among themselves who’s going to answer.

The girls and I, seated in the front row of the audience, hold a collective breath when it appears Aiden’s going to be the one to take it. You just never know what’s going to come out of his mouth. Thankfully most of the fans tend to find his crass sense of humor endearing rather than offensive.

“We’re feelin’ fan-fuggin-tastic.” His teeth clamp down on his lower lip and he gives his hair a flirty little flip, making an obvious attempt to seduce the camera. “We’ve played two sold-out shows so far with another planned for this coming Saturday night.”

She nods. “You sure seem to be enjoying yourself up there, Mr. Addams.”

“You know…” He scrubs a hand over the scruff on his chin. “Life’s too short not to.”

The woman looks out at the audience and shrugs as if to say, “Touché.” Her guests respond in kind, nodding and whispering their agreement.

She refocuses her attention on Aiden. “All right now, this one’s specifically for you.” Helen flips to another note card.

He sits up taller and rubs his hands together like he’s trying to spark a fire. “I’m ready.”

“With the rest of the band members all married with children—or in Lyle’s case, with one on the way—are you feeling the pressure to settle down?”

His handsome face screws up in disgust. “Absolutely not, Ms. Helen.”

I can’t help but laugh because the man looks like he just got a whiff of shit.

“I feel like I still have so much to offer the female population.”

Helen snorts behind her stack of cue cards before quickly composing herself.

I swear, women eat his bullshit with a spoon. It’s so ridiculous.

“I just…” He pauses for a second, as if giving careful consideration to what he wants to say. “I have an affinity for the ladies, you know? All shapes, sizes, ethnicities. I can’t imagine I’d ever be satisfied with just one flavor. I’m a connoisseur of c—”

He stops short when Nick elbows him in the chest.

“Right,” she agrees, biting back a smile. “Well, ladies, you heard it straight from the horse’s mouth. Aiden here plans to continue spreading his love across the globe for the good of women-kind.”

The audience titters around us.

“Rhett…” Our hostess addresses the front man while flipping to another card. “Your turn in the hot seat.”

He adjusts himself in his white cushy chair, giving her that million-dollar smile he’s so well known for. “I’m ready.”