I Saw You
“Rick sneered as I walked into the room, causing me to roll my eyes. Fucker knew—they all pushed me to go after her. Cursed me out for letting myself be photographed in the position I was caught in.
Unison bitching is what I received before boarding my plane.
“Quit it, dick.” I walked past him, my hand connecting with the back of his head as I did. “We don’t have time for that crap. Rehearsal starts in ten.”
“Now he’s concerned,” I heard being muttered, and I snapped my eyes toward the person responsible. When would Ashley give it a break already?
Opened my mouth, the acid-filled response sat on the tip of my tongue, but it was Tex that answered. “Back off, Ash. Your job is to assist, not constantly complain.” He was leaning against the wall off to the right of the main stage, bass guitar strapped on and his thumb lazily strumming a few chords. “Tired of it, babe.”
Babe?
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