Seduced by Taryn Elliott

Author:Taryn Elliott [Elliott, Taryn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781940346038
Google: YEqengEACAAJ
Publisher: On Demand Publishing, LLC-Create Space
Published: 2013-07-05T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Simon: Ruined

Mistaken hearts choke on sighs of pleasure.

She knows my demons, unlocks my secrets, leaves me bare.

Simon paused mid-swig, choking on his water. Surely he didn’t hear that correctly. “I’m sorry?” Bent at the waist, he hissed as his ribs protested the movement. He was still tender. Hanging off the lighting rig during the show had not been the wisest of moves.

Amazing what adrenaline could do for a body.

Nick slapped him on the back, the power behind it dragging a groan out of him. “I hate you,” Simon said on a choked breath.

“I know you do.”

Simon battled back the urge to yak up his toes. Instead, he focused on the chipped vinyl flooring and swallowed down the bile. The busted rib wasn’t going to kill him. He just had to man up. Because there was no way in shit he was putting the ace bandage back on. It was bad enough listening to Nick ask him daily if his ribs were okay.

Like his didn’t hurt just as much.

He and Nick had been poking at each other for days. Their fight had definitely taken most of the sting out of the tension between them, but it was always there at the fringes. Waiting to spring up between them and do more damage.

Hating Nick for closing off was as exhausting as fighting with him. Simon wasn’t sure which one was worse.

But right now the shitstorm brewing between them didn’t matter. Nick had gotten through the show tonight. Now the Slick Mick waiting to pounce needed to be his focus. Simon straightened up, his eyebrow climbing as he got a good look at the guy in the suit—a suit that probably cost more than all of their equipment combined. Including Jazz’s mondo-expensive kit that she only brought to the double F for rehearsals before immediately hauling it back home.

Hard to believe she thought a laundromat in one of the poorest sections of town wasn’t safe. Pfft.

Simon met Jackson Miller’s gaze. Intelligent and far too bright brown eyes locked on his. The guy looked too pleased with himself. And if Deacon didn’t get his smile under control, Simon was going to be tempted to yak all over again.

Simon held his hand out. “Simon Kagan.”

“Oh, I know who you are.” Miller pumped his hand, his grip firm and his palm dry. Again, that slick smile tipped up the corners of his mouth. Crinkles gathered at the corners of his eyes.

Not a completely fake smile. Close, but not all the way there.

Simon nodded toward his right. “Nick Crandall, Jazz…” What was her last name again? She was his Pink Pixie. Hell, he rarely ever used her real name.

Pretty in Pink bounced forward, jamming her ever-present drumsticks into her back pocket. “I’m Jazz Edwards. Our other guitarist, Gray Duffy, had to…he had to go to work.”

Simon glanced down at her, but she wouldn’t meet his gaze. What now? He sighed and transferred his attention to Deak. The big puppy’s green eyes held a light he’d never seen.

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