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Chapters (73)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. TABLE OF CONTENTS
  3. PRAISE FOR K. BROMBERG
  4. ALSO WRITTEN BY K. BROMBERG
  5. CHAPTER ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT
  13. CHAPTER NINE
  14. CHAPTER TEN
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  22. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  44. CHAPTER FORTY
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  54. CHAPTER FIFTY
  55. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  56. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  57. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
  58. CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
  59. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
  60. CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
  61. CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
  62. CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
  63. CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
  64. CHAPTER SIXTY
  65. CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
  66. CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
  67. CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
  68. CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
  69. CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
  70. CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
  71. EPILOGUE
  72. EPILOGUE TWO
  73. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“Yeah, well, I’ll call Doc Evans to come sober you up.”

I nod. Won’t be the first time for him to administer us saline IVs, won’t be the last. “I don’t want Hendrix to see me like this,” I mutter.

Vince stills beside me. I’m coherent enough to see the awareness hit him. “Well, fuck me. Never heard you say that before.”

“Say what?”

“You care what she thinks.”

“She’s my fucking wife. Of course I care what she thinks.” She’s the only ray of sunshine in my fucked-up day. Yeah, she’d love to see me right now. Just like this. Huh. A fucked-up son of a fucked-up mom.

“Yeah, well, I’m beginning to think she’s more than just that.” He sighs and throws some bills onto the bar for the bartender.

She can’t be more than that, Vince. She’d never want more than the contracted time anyway.

Fuck.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Hendrix

Stylists and makeup artists mill about the great room off the kitchen as they pamper and ready me for the charity gala tonight. It’s our first official event as a married couple and, of course, Jase already coordinated for the same glam squad he sent to Las Vegas to get me ready. I’m grateful for the familiarity and am well aware they’re all gossiping about us being newlyweds, and that’s great for the rumor mill that no doubt is secretly going on.

The dress we’ve picked out is stunning. It’s a deep purple with a low-cut neckline that tastefully hugs my curves. My heels are high with red soles and I question if I’ll be able to walk in them without falling flat on my face.

“That’s what your husband’s arm is for,” the manicurist said when I told her I was probably going to wobble on them until I fell over.

I glance again at the door, that paranoia over where Jase went earlier still front and center. He hasn’t responded to any texts, picked up any calls, and he’s still not back yet.

When I hear boots clomping down the hall, I have to bite back the relief that floods my voice when I say, “Jase?”

But the first face that comes into the room is none other than Vince Jennings, Jase’s bandmate. His arm is around Jase who is unsteady on his feet.

Relief floods me that Jase is here and whole and okay, but at the same time, I’m a bit pissed that we’re in this position to begin with. I take him and his disheveled appearance in and hate that I’m disappointed in him.