Chapters (73)
- TITLE PAGE
- TABLE OF CONTENTS
- PRAISE FOR K. BROMBERG
- ALSO WRITTEN BY K. BROMBERG
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SIXTY
- CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
- EPILOGUE
- EPILOGUE TWO
- 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.