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    Music of the Heart(Runaway Train #1) by Katie Ashley
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    “How poetic,” I snipped.

    AJ grinned. “Not to mention, you’re a 180 from the girls who are usually on this bus.”

    “Definitely,” Jake replied. Tilting his head, he pinned me with his stare. “And then you’ve got the most beautiful aura of light about you—pure and exquisite.”

    I almost choked on my orange juice at the sincerity of his words. “Really?”

    “Yeah, you do.” After plopping down across from me, Jake added, “And finally, you felt like absolute heaven pressed up against me in bed.”

    And just like that, the perfect moment was shattered. “Please,” I muttered, grabbing my fork. When I bit into the omelet, I closed my eyes from the ecstasy my stomach experienced. “Wow, this is really good.”

    “I’m good at a lot of things besides singing and playing the guitar,” Jake replied.

    I popped one eye open to peer at him. “There’s some more lovely innuendo in there for me, isn’t there?”

    Jake grinned as he took my glass to get me more orange juice. “Nope, I’m being a good boy.”

    “I doubt that seriously.”

    The table fell into silence as we all gobbled up our food. Brayden came out of the bedroom with a smile from ear to ear. “I guess by your expression your call went well?” I asked.

    He beamed. “Melody said ‘dada’ today and blew kisses at me. She’s never done that before.”

    “Aw, that’s sweet,” I replied.

    Brayden’s expression darkened. “I just hate that it’s going to be two more weeks until I get to see them. Jude gets bigger and bigger every time I see him.”

    “Maybe you should think about bringing them along on the tour again,” Jake suggested.

    I stared at him in amazement. “You like kids?”

    He gave me his signature smirk. “Of course I do. I especially like Jude and Melody. I also like having Lily around because she cooks for us and cleans.”

    Brayden threw a napkin at Jake, hitting him in the face. “My wife is not your glorified cook and maid, douchebag.”

    “I know that, twatwaffle. But more than anything, I like how having her around puts you in a good mood. When you got your kids around you and you’re getting laid often, shit just runs smoother for all of us.”

    Clenching his jaw, Brayden slammed the refrigerator door. “Somewhere in that statement was something decent and redeeming, but like always you had to trample all over it,” he grumbled, bringing his food over to the table.

    Raising my arms over my head, I yawned. “Tired of us already, Angel?” Jake asked with an amused grin.

    “No, it’s just I didn’t sleep much last night. Nerves and all. Then I had to get up at the asscrack of dawn to get to the airport for my early flight.”

    With his expression waxing concern, Brayden leaned forward in his chair. “Why don’t you go lie down for a while?”

    I glanced around at the guys. “You wouldn’t mind?”

    AJ shook his head. “Nah, we’re probably going to crash again ourselves. We had a week straight of gigs before Rock Nation, so our asses are dragging.”

    “Oh, okay.”

    Sweeping his hand to his chest, Jake said gallantly, “And I’ll even let you have the bedroom.”

    “That’s awfully sweet of you, but I can always take one of the roosts.”

    With a twinkle in his eye, Jake replied, “I insist.”

    “Thank you then.”

    When I rose out of my seat, he followed suit. Taking my suitcase, Jake rolled it down the aisle to the bedroom. I glanced back at the guys to see their open-mouthed, wide-eyed expressions of disbelief. Putting one foot in front of the other, I trailed behind him. Once Jake wheeled my suitcase inside, he turned around. “All yours, Angel. We’ll make sure to wake you for dinner. We’ll probably stop a little earlier than normal because those omelets won’t sustain us for long, and we’re almost out of groceries.”

    “Oh, okay, thanks.”

    Jake didn’t move out of the doorway, so I had to squeeze past him. Our bodies meshed together, and I fought the familiar tingle that prickled over my skin at being so close to him. It was a feeling I wasn’t used to experiencing with anyone. Once I was inside, I turned back to him. “It’s very sweet of you to give me the bedroom. The privacy is nice.”

    He inched closer to me. “Well, just to forewarn you the lock is busted. So if you need me to watch the door while you change into something a little more comfortable, I’d be happy to. You know, so the guys don’t get a peek at your goods.”

    “How sweet of you,” I noted as I moved in front of him. Bringing my hand to his chest, I gave him a hard shove, sending him flying out into the hallway. “I’ll make sure to put my luggage in front of the door just in case.” With a sickeningly, sweet smile, I added, “And thanks again for being so thoughtful when it comes to my goods.”

    Behind Jake, the guys hooted with laughter. Instead of anger, amusement twinkled in his sky blue eyes. He wagged his finger at me. “I’ll get to you sometime, Angel. I’ll break down all those goody girl walls you have built around you.”

    “We’ll just have to wait and see then.” With that, I slammed the door in his face.

    The RV shuddering to a halt jolted me awake. My eye-lids fluttered open. As I took in my darkened surroundings, panic crept over me. Wait, where the hell was I? Gazing around the blackened room, I tried getting my bearings. “Ugh,” I muttered when all the events of the day raced through my mind.

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