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  “Then why are you smiling?” Harley asked.

  “I just discovered a great new place to hang out,” I replied.

  Xander’s laughter echoed across the room.

  Chapter 2

  Piper

  I could do this. I was a mature, professional woman. Austin Knight wasn’t going to make me forget that. It had been easier talking to him than I’d expected. I’d been avoiding Austin since Reckless Release had agreed to play this show. As the manager of Euphoria, my behavior wasn’t acceptable. Mercy had been understanding, but she deserved better from me. Austin had hurt me, but that had been fourteen years ago. I might not want to be Austin’s friend, but I could work with him.

  I found Mercy in my office, pacing the floor.

  “You look worried,” I remarked as I took a seat behind my desk so I could put on shoes. My feet were going to be killing me by the end of the night, so I’d decided to forego heels as long as possible. Most days, I was only on my feet about six hours. With all the preparations for opening night, I’d been on my feet for several hours already.

  “Nice shoes,” Mercy said when she looked down at my feet.

  “That’s what Austin said.” I slipped off my bunny slippers and tucked them away in my desk drawer. These weren’t your normal bunny slippers. They had hard bottoms so they could be worn outside. I’d fallen in love with bunny slippers as a young girl, and it always bothered me that they wore out too quickly. Some women treated themselves by dropping three-hundred dollars on a pair of shoes; I bought custom-made bunny slippers.

  “You spoke to Austin?” Mercy asked cautiously. At least, she’d stopped moving. Granted, she was now eying me warily.

  My boss, Mercedes Whitier, was what most would call a blonde bombshell. She had long blonde hair and a Jessica Rabbit figure. At work, her figure was often concealed under a business suit. She was dressed in a black suit with a purple top under her blazer for opening night.

  “Yes,” I said as I zipped up the back of my first shoe. “I went out to make sure soundcheck was going okay. The band seems ready to go.”

  “Are you okay?” she asked cautiously.

  “I’m fine,” I assured her. “We only spoke for a minute, and he wasn’t a jerk.”

  “I know this is a lot to ask of you,” she began. “Being around Austin must be stressful.”

  “Stop!” I interrupted her. “This is my job, Mercy. While it’s great that we’re also friends, you don’t need to worry about how I’ll react to being around Austin.”

  “I wasn’t worried about you being around Austin before,” she admitted. “It probably seemed that way because I was handling all the details with the band. The term control-freak is often used to describe me. I’ve been so nervous about opening Euphoria that I haven’t thought about much else.”

  “Good. I don’t want you coddling me. The club is fantastic,” I assured her. “You are a successful business owner already. This is just one more business for you to run.”

  “This is nothing like The Frisky Beaver,” she reminded me.

  Mercy had purchased The Frisky Beaver, a strip club where she’d tended bar, a few years back. In the time she’d owned it, the club had become much more successful.

  “It’s exactly like The Frisky Beaver.” I paused before adding, “Maybe not exactly like The Frisky Beaver. There are no strippers at Euphoria, but you created a sexy atmosphere.”

  “Who would have guessed my sister could come up with so many naughty ideas?” Mercy asked with a laugh.

  Everything from the lighting to the outfits of the wait staff, who were all excellent dancers, was meant to create a sensual atmosphere.

  Having Reckless Release at the opening would add to the image Mercy was going for. The guys in the band were all over six feet tall and incredibly fit. Women swooned for Xander with his black hair and soft brown eyes. He’d recently grown a beard, and I’d heard it was very popular with the groupies. Even though Gage was taken, he still had his share of groupies swooning over him with his dirty blond hair that always looked messy in a good way. Then there as Austin, the rebound guy. With his long blond hair and blue eyes, there was no denying he was gorgeous. Harley, the bassist, also got her fair share of attention from men and women. She was five-foot-eight with pale green eyes, a slender frame, and pink hair.

  “The opening is going to be great,” I assured her, though I was also nervous. This was a huge deal. I’d been assistant manager at The Project for two years. The club had already been well-established when I’d started working there. If Euphoria did well, my resume would look great. I had a lot invested in the success of Euphoria.

  “Are you sure you’re okay dealing with Austin?” Mercy asked. “You don’t have to handle the band. I can deal with them.”

  “I’m fine,” I insisted. “Austin was polite, and I was polite. We can both act like adults.”

  Mercy raised an eyebrow, looking skeptical.

  “Fine,” I said as I got to my feet. “The last time I was around Austin, neither of us acted like adults, but we will tonight. My past with Austin won’t interfere with the club’s opening.”

  “I know it won’t,” Mercy assured me. “That wasn’t what I was implying. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

  Hurt? The thought was laughable. There was no way I’d ever allow Austin Knight to hurt me again. “You definitely don’t have to worry about that. Austin is in my past, and he’s going to stay there.”

  Chapter 3

  Austin

  Euphoria was packed when we took the stage. Taking my place behind my kit, I scanned the room until I saw Piper. I wasn’t looking for her, but it was hard to miss a woman that hot. At least, that’s what I was going to keep telling myself and anyone who asked. I wasn’t about to admit to seeking Piper out in the crowd.

  “Welcome to Euphoria!” Xander shouted.

  The crowd screamed in response.

  “Is everyone having fun?” he asked.

  More screams erupted.

  “Fuck yeah!” Xander shouted. “That is also what I told my good friend, Mercedes Whitier, when she asked us if we’d play for you tonight. I said fuck yeah!”

  The crowd screamed some more.

  “Get ready to party your asses off!” Xander yelled.

  The crowd cheered, and we began to play. It wasn’t long until I was lost in the music. This was a club opening, so it was a short set, only thirty minutes. I was still sweating by the time we finished. It was a little too hot on the stage. Getting some cool air up there was my only suggestion for Mercy. As soon as we finished playing, I pulled off my shirt and wiped my forehead. There was an exit near the rear of the stage that led to the back of the club.

  Bentley rushed toward us and launched herself into Gage’s arms. “You guys were great! Thank you again for doing this. It means a lot to Mercy.”

  “I can speak for myself,” Mercy said from behind me.

  Any minute, I expected Piper to join us.

  “Anything for you, Mercy,” Xander crooned as he slipped an arm around her shoulders.

  “Need I remind you that I don’t make waffles?” Mercy asked.

  Xander’s arm slipped away. “That’s right. I’m still mad at you for opening a club instead of something useful, like a diner that makes really good waffles. Don’t get me wrong. This is a great club.” A thought occurred to him, and he snapped his fingers. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before.”

  “Uh oh,” Gage said with a laugh.

  “I’m not sure we want to know what you have in mind,” Harley added.

  “My ideas are all brilliant,” Xander argued.

  “No, they aren’t,” I insisted. “Tell us your idea, anyway.”

  “The Breakfast Club!” Xander announced proudly.

  We all stared at him, trying to decipher what he meant by his suggestion.

  Mercy spoke first. “You want to remake the movie?”

  “No,” Xander replied with a shake of his head. “T
he name of the club will be The Breakfast Club. Dancing and breakfast foods. It’s the perfect combination.”

  I bit back a laugh at his suggestion. “You need an intervention.”

  While some people are addicted to drugs and alcohol, Xander is addicted to waffles and coffee. Back in Los Angeles, Xander had a favorite diner that fixed waffles the way he liked them and always had fresh-brewed coffee. His biggest complaint about our move to the San Francisco Bay Area was that he hadn’t found a good place to get waffles.

  “Why don’t you learn to make your own waffles?” Mercy suggested.

  I love Xander like a brother. Xan is a great guy, but he isn’t the best at looking for solutions to problems. We were always amazed when he suggested a solution that didn’t sound crazy.

  Xander looked thoughtful as he considered Mercy’s suggestion. “I can cook.” That was a stretch, but I decided to not point out that heating up frozen dinners didn’t count as cooking. “This could work.”

  “Cami would probably be willing to teach you how to make them.” It was Bentley who made that offer.

  Since Cami, the cute blonde who also happened to be Bentley’s best friend, had just joined us, she was there for the offer. “I can teach you to make waffles, as long as you promise to behave.”

  Xander shook his head and grinned. “No deal. How am I supposed to resist the urge to try to talk you into cooking in nothing but a thong?”

  “Pervert,” Cami accused. “Mitch isn’t going to be okay with you flirting with me.”

  “Ditch Mitch and be my waffle bitch,” Xander crooned.

  Cami shook her head. “I can’t work with this. Unless he can behave, there will be no cooking lessons.”

  Gage came to his defense. “Xander can’t help it.”

  “He could behave, but he doesn’t want to,” Harley argued before punching Xander in the arm.

  “Ow!” he shouted. “What was that for?”

  “Waffle bitch?” Harley asked. “We need to get you a shock collar so I can press a button every time you say something stupid.”

  Cami giggled. “He might like that too much.”

  Xander winked at her. “That’s not one of my kinks. Wanna know what they are?”

  “No,” Bentley quickly replied for her. “After the waffle fetish conversation I overheard, I have no interest in hearing anything more about your kinks.”

  Everyone was having fun until I decided to make things awkward. I wasn’t trying to make them uncomfortable, but I wasn’t stupid enough to believe that wouldn’t be the end result. “Where’s Piper?” My question was met with silence, so I continued. “I’m not going to say anything stupid. I get that this is an important night for you, Mercy.”

  “Piper is also my friend,” Mercy pointed out.

  “She’s also busy managing the club,” Gage reminded me.

  “This is opening night,” Bentley stated before adding, “I should also get back to work.”

  “Okay,” Gage replied, leaning in to kiss her. “I’ll see you later.”

  Bentley hurried off, possibly to warn Piper I was looking for her.

  Mercy waved a finger at me. “Don’t harass Piper tonight.” Rather than waiting for my response, she walked off.

  “You gonna teach me to make waffles, Cami?” Xander asked with a wink. “I’ll even buy you a thong to cook in since you only wear boy shorts and bikinis.”

  “How do you know what kind of panties I wear?” Cami asked before holding up a hand and shaking her head. “Never mind. I don’t want to know. I’m going back to dance with my boyfriend.” On those words, she headed back to the main part of the club.

  “Smooth move,” I told Xander.

  “My moves with Cami are better than your moves with Piper,” he argued. “Cami didn’t slap me.”

  “You’re both hopeless,” Harley accused.

  “Why don’t we grab a drink in the band room?” Xander suggested. Mercy had a nice band room, complete with comfortable sofas, snacks, and water. If we wanted real drinks, we could press a button and a waiter would come back to take our orders. While they didn’t plan to have live music every night, they had bands booked for the next eight Friday nights, and they were working on signing more bands.

  “Sounds good to me,” Harley replied. “It will keep Gage from distracting Bentley and Austin from pissing off Mercy by messing with Piper.”

  When I nodded, we all headed back to the band room. I wanted to go out to the main area and find Piper, but the others were right. It was best if I stayed away from her tonight. She was busy. Fuck me. I had a serious problem. Ever since she’d smiled at me, I’d been dying to see her smile again.

  “Would you like to tell us what’s going on?” Harley asked when we were in the room.

  “Could you be a little more specific?” I asked.

  “Why are you trying to chase down your hot little redhead?” Xander asked.

  “You’ve kept your distance from Piper for months,” Gage added. “Her name hasn’t even come up all that often, despite the fact that she’s been spending time with Harley. Until today, you haven’t even asked about her when we’ve been ironing out details for this show.”

  “You said I should try being friends with her,” I reminded them.

  “I’m not sure you can be just friends with her,” Xander argued.

  “Why’s that?” I asked.

  “You haven’t left a show with a groupie in months,” Xander replied.

  “I can’t believe I didn’t notice that,” Harley muttered. “You did a good job of flirting and hanging out with women after shows and at bars, but Xander’s right.”

  Gage added his own observation. “You’ve been celibate. Just like I was when I was first hung up on Bentley.”

  “I was seeing the same woman for nearly two months,” I argued. “You know I don’t sleep around when I’m with a woman.” In general, my rebound guy duties only lasted a night or two, but I’ve been known to stay with the same woman for two or three months.

  “Are you talking about Amber, the rebound guy’s latest project?” Harley asked.

  “Yeah, I was with Amber,” I confirmed.

  “You weren’t sleeping with Amber,” Harley insisted.

  “What the actual fuck?” Xander asked. “Is Harley right? Did you really miss the chance to sleep with the amazing Amber?” He didn’t give me a chance to reply before continuing. “That girl looked like a model. This thing with Piper is more serious than I thought.”

  Amber was beautiful, with long blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and an athletic build. She was also sweet, funny, and a virgin. She’d picked me as her rebound guy, planning to lose her virginity to me. It would have been too fucked up to take what she’d decided to save for the right guy. I wasn’t the right guy. We’d mostly gone on dates and hung out. It had helped us both. She’d needed the confidence boost, and I’d needed someone to distract my friends from my lack of social life. Apparently, Amber hadn’t been enough of a distraction.

  “What makes you think I didn’t sleep with her?” I asked.

  “We still talk,” Harley replied.

  “Why do you have to become friends with every woman who comes in contact with this band?” I asked.

  Harley laughed at my question. “Every woman? That’s a lot of women. I just hang out with the ones who stick around longer than a week.”

  “You still talk to Psycho Stella?” Xander asked with a shudder. Xander was good at attracting crazy women.

  “She was only a psycho around you,” Harley pointed out. “You made her that way.”

  “Uh uh,” Xander argued. “I didn’t make that woman so crazy she cut holes in my underwear. That crazy was always there.”

  I was with Xander on this one. Gage had come up with the name Psycho Stella the day we’d met her. Xander had argued that she was just a fun girl.

  “Xan’s right,” Gage insisted. “Stella is a fucking nut job.”

  This was good. We were talking about Xande
r’s women instead of talking about Piper.

  “I like Piper.” I should have known Harley wasn’t going to be that easily distracted. “You fucked up, Austin.”

  “And you believe I need to let her go so I don’t hurt her again,” I finished for her.

  “Dumbass,” Harley muttered. “Why would I tell you something like that?”

  “Because she’s your friend, and you don’t want me to hurt her again?” I asked.

  “You’re my friend,” she pointed out. “I don’t think you should try dating Piper, and I’m not sure you can be friends given how you feel about her, but you need to work this out. There’s too much bad blood between the two of you. We all know you regret it, so make this up to her.”

  I wasn’t sure what she was getting at. “You aren’t making any sense. You said I can’t be her friend and I can’t date her. What exactly am I supposed to do?”

  “She didn’t tell you that you can’t date her or that you can’t be her friend,” Gage reminded me.

  “You need to fix this,” Harley told me. “I don’t know how, but you need to put the past behind you and fix this.”

  “That’s all I’m trying to do,” I assured her. “You don’t have to worry about me trying for anything more than friendship with Piper. She’s in a relationship, and I’m not going to fuck that up for her.”

  My statement was met with silence. It was the truth. I wasn’t going to mess up Piper’s relationship. When I looked around, my friends were all looking away from me. There was something they weren’t telling me.

  “What do you know that I don’t?” I asked the others.

  “Piper isn’t romantically involved with Andy,” Harley admitted.

  “They broke up?” I asked because sometimes I’m slow that way.

  “They’ve never dated,” Gage clarified. “Piper lives with Andy and his girlfriend.”

  “Why didn’t anyone tell me this?” I demanded.

  “We didn’t want you talking to Piper,” Harley replied.

  “I could have sworn I mentioned it to you,” Xander mused before shrugging. “I guess it slipped my mind.”

  With my other friends, I’d swear they were being dicks. Xander probably had forgotten to tell me, and since Piper was a taboo subject, he hadn’t been reminded of it in any of the conversations we’d had.