Rocking Kin (Lucy & Harris, #3) - Terri Anne Browning Page 0,30

we can go upstairs and relax.”

Lucy opened her mouth to say something, but the drummer chose that moment to come out onto the stage and took his place. My eyes zeroed in on Kale Conway. He was a nice guy, always fun to be around and rarely took things seriously. I remembered him making me laugh the first night I’d met him. I loved to laugh and if Jace hadn’t already knocked me off my feet that first night, I would have been drawn to him first.

With Kale in place, Cash was next to take the stage, followed just as quickly by Tate Sinclair. I didn’t know what his story was because he was the most elusive of the five members of Tainted Knights. He went by Sin rather than Tate, and the guy was one cocky sonofabitch. He had a huge chip on his shoulder and was the biggest bastard I’d ever met.

While the other three settled into their places, Grayson Knight came out and every chick around me screamed like their lives depended on it. I put a finger in my left ear when the girl behind me screamed so loud that my eardrum vibrated. I couldn’t say I blamed the chick, or anyone else for that matter. Gray was…

Well, Gray was the thing that all wet rock star dreams were made of. With his dark hair long on top and shaved on the sides, his dark complexion and those sinfully delicious sand-colored eyes, he screamed sex and rock and brought to life every woman’s most intimate fantasy.

He was also a douchebag and only fucked the chicks who knew the score. One hour—one night if they were lucky—with him was all they got. He didn’t offer his heart to anyone and some thought he didn’t have one to offer. I knew that wasn’t true though. All anyone would have to do was see the way Gray’s eyes changed when he looked at Kassa St. Charles to know that he did have a heart and it belonged to her.

Thinking of Kassa had me lowering my eyes to study my hands. In the months Jace and I had been together, I’d come to think of Kassa as a friend and just as much like a sister as Angie was to me. She was a sweet chick, with a heart of gold, but she could be tough as nails too. That sweetness hid a fiery side that many ran like hell from when they came face to face with it. She’d tried to call me once after Jace had left me, but I had Angie get rid of her. I didn’t want her kindness when I’d been falling apart with grief and the kind of heartache that left a person numb.

On stage, Kale was beating out a countdown to the beginning of the first song, but it wasn’t until I heard Jace’s voice from the side of the stage that I was forced to look up. Slowly, as if he knew all eyes would follow him even if he decided to jump into a pit that dropped straight into hell, he walked on stage, singing one of the few slower songs that had been a favorite of all the fans back in Bristol.

How dare he sing that song tonight?

I clenched my fists tighter, my nails biting into the palms of my hands as I glared up at him. He’d won my heart with that song. Had seduced me with it. Had won every inch of my soul with that one fucking song.

He knew it, how could he not? He’d sung the damn song to me the night he’d made love to me the first time. He’d sung it again just moments before he told me he loved me. He’d…

I was going to jump up there and take Kale’s drumsticks and beat the hell out of Jace St. Charles, that dirty bastard. He wasn’t playing fair. My heart was aching, my soul feeling like it was being shredded with each word that left his lips. I wanted to block it all out, wanted to destroy my left eardrum so that I would never have to hear another chord, beat, word—anything representing that song ever again.

The song kept going on and on. Jace’s voice dropping lower than normal, he sung the words he knew had chained me to him for life that first night. Blue eyes caught mine, refusing to release me as he put his hand over his heart and dropped to