Since he was a member of the Hot Bunch, I quit struggling, pointed at the guy stil on the floor and shouted,
“Get him! ”
Vance’s eyebrows went up and he asked, “Get who?”
“The guy with the jacket,” I yel ed.
Vance’s gaze shifted to the guy on the floor and mine went with it. I saw Luke was now there, hand extended to the guy, he pul ed him to his feet.
“You okay, Ray?” Luke asked and my body froze.
“She’s f**kin’ loco,” “Ray” answered, brushing off his jeans and straightening his jacket, his eyes on me.
I stared, noting distractedly the Rock Chicks had arrived and with them a goodly number of the crowd al were and with them a goodly number of the crowd al were pressing in and watching.
“You know him?” I asked Luke.
“He’s my Dad,” Jet answered.
Oh dear.
“Oh,” I mumbled, feeling stupid.
“You okay, Dad?” Jet asked, moving toward him.
“Yeah, but it’s a miracle,” he replied to Jet and then glared at me. “What’s the matter with you? You jumped on me! From the stage!”
I felt the need to defend myself. “You’re wearing a jacket!”
“What’s the f**kin’ deal with the jacket?” Ray snapped at Luke who had his eyes on Vance behind me and his mouth cocked in a sexy half-grin.
Then Luke’s eyes dropped to mine. “Since Ray’s not likely to murder his own daughter, or any of her friends, we figured it was okay to let him in with his jacket.”
“Oh,” I repeated and looked at Ray. “Um, sorry about that,” I muttered.
“You’re loco,” Ray told me, I bit my lip and sliced an apologetic look to Jet who, thankful y, appeared to be fighting a grin.
“Can’t be too safe,” Vance said from behind me but I could swear he sounded like he was trying not to laugh.
I twisted in his arm and watched his mouth twitch.
Shitsofuckit!
My eyes caught on Shirleen and Daisy, who were sandwiching Dixon Jones, al of them on the edge of the crowd, al of them looking at me. Shirleen and Daisy were smiling. Dixon Jones again looked confused.
My effing stupid shitty luck!
“I’m not usual y like this,” I told Dixon.
Dixon’s body lurched like he was in a trance and my words snapped him out of it.
I noticed the band pushing in close, Vance’s arm dropped from around my waist and I took a step away.
“Holy shit, Stel a Bel a. We’re cal ing you Ramba from now on! You the wo-man!” Pong yel ed.
“Guess we don’t need Mace as muscle anymore,” Leo noted. “We got Stel a.”
“Next time, pick a girl to jump on,” Hugo advised.