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Clearly it hurts these people too. So much more than it ever hurt me. I want to cry.

"I was hesitant to sell them after that. Martin picked up on it and, when I went to bed, he took them for himself."

"He stole them from you?" Gabriel's voice is flat. He won't look me in the eye.

"Yeah," I whisper. "I wanted to fight it. And then I didn't. Because they were splashed everywhere, and I felt … ashamed."

Gabriel makes a noise as if to say I should be.

Killian isn't so quiet. "She can't be here. This is too fucking much, Brenna."

"I think it would be good for us," Brenna says. "We can all close that final door and move on."

Killian sneers and looks at Brenna as if he can't believe her words.

Somehow I find my voice. "For what it's worth, I didn't know the interview was for you. I wouldn't have come."

"Oh, sure, that makes it all better. Because we haven't spent more than a  year struggling with the shit you put out in the public eye," Killian  snaps.

All at once, everyone starts talking, words bleeding together, bombarding me. I wince.

Jax whistles sharply. "Everyone shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down."         

     



 

I'm guessing he doesn't often shout, because everyone stops and sits  immediately, though Killian gives him a disgruntled glare as he drops  down on his chair.

Jax looks at me. When I first met him, he had a boyish quality about  him, like a sun-kissed, all-American jock, which was funny as it's  well-known that he's half English. Nearly, two years later, all that  boyishness is gone, replaced by a hard-baked, rugged handsomeness. Life  has battered but not beaten him.

"You remember that night," he says. "Before, I mean."

I'm extremely aware of Gabriel's gaze on me, but I answer Jax without looking away. "Yeah."

Jax nods, biting his bottom lip as if he's ashamed. "I figured. I've wanted to find you. To apologize."

"What?" Killian bursts out, nearly jumping back up.

"Shut up," Jax snaps at him, then sighs and runs a hand through his spiky hair. "At least until you hear me out."

"Ah," I clear my throat. "I have to agree with Killian's sentiment here. You have absolutely no reason to apologize to me."

Jax's smile is weary and lopsided as he holds my gaze. I can see the  struggle in his eyes. He doesn't exactly want to say whatever he feels  he has to.

Gabriel breaks the moment. "Get to the point, Jax." His expression is so  fierce, he appears carved from stone. "And start by explaining exactly  how you know Ms. Darling."

He doesn't bother with me. It's as if I'm no longer in the room.

Jax shrugs and leans against the wall. "We met in the hotel bar the night of ‘The Incident'."

Gabriel glares at Jax's air quotes. A muscle twitches beneath his right eye. "Go. On."

"You offered to buy me a drink," I fill in, because I'm damn tired of being ignored. And I'm not letting Jax do this on his own.

He smiles. "And you warned me that you were there to steal my face."

The heat of Gabriel's stare burns. But I don't acknowledge him.

Whip shakes his head. "You two hooked up. Of course."

Killian scoffs. I don't dare check to see what Gabriel thinks.

"No," Jax says. "We had vodka tonics with lime and a few laughs about  ridiculous people who would pay thousands for a juicy shot of someone  famous." His soft smile returns. "Sophie didn't mind that I basically  said her job was stupid-"

"It is," Killian cuts in.

We ignore him.

"She needed money to pay off school loans and rent, and we agreed there were worse ways to get it."

"There are?" Killian asks, still disgruntled.

I don't blame him. He's the one who found Jax. The band broke up for a  year after Jax's suicide attempt. I doubt I would feel very charitable  toward anyone who'd put my pain out in the world.

Jax levels him with a look, though. "Of course there are. And you know  it." His eyes find me again. "You remember what I told you then?"

Oh, hell. A lump fills my throat, and I swallow convulsively. Gabriel's  frowning as if he might soon explode. His gaze pins me to the spot, but  he doesn't speak. None of them do. They're waiting for my answer.

My voice is weak and raspy. "You said …  You said …  Shit … " I look away, my voice breaking.

"Come to my room tonight," Jax says for me, "and I'll give you something big to sell."

"Fucking hell," Rye mutters.

"God damn it, Jax," Killian snaps.

Because they understand. Finally. I do too. But I didn't then.

My vision blurs, and I blink rapidly, taking a deep breath. "I thought  you were just messing with me, and then you gave me a room key." A  watery laugh escapes me. "And then I thought you wanted to hook up."

The scoff of disdain from Gabriel lands like a spear in my side. I can't look at him now. Maybe not ever again.

"I know you did, honey," Jax says gently. "And now you know; I was counting on you to show up."

"Why?" I whisper. "Why me?"

He shrugs. "I figured, she's a nice girl. Too nice for her shit job. She  needs money. And I won't be here so … why not go out with a good deed?"

Killian lurches to his feet, knocking over his chair. He stalks out of  the room without another word. Libby soon follows with a muttered, "I'll  talk to him."

The ensuing silence is heavy, and I want to hunch inward, run away. But I  can't hide from my mistakes. I tried that before. It didn't work.

"I'm so sorry," I rasp. "That night-it was the worst night of my life. Worst thing I've ever done."         

     



 

Jax shakes his head. "You were doing your job-"

"No!" I grit my teeth. "No, I was selling short my humanity and yours. I  should have dropped my camera and helped. I should have done anything  other than take those pictures and let them get out."

"We've all done things we regret," Jax says. "I just want you and  everyone else to know I don't hold it against you. I'm cool with you  working with us now."

God. I don't deserve his calm acceptance.

"Stay." Whip's face is pale, but he leans forward and nods as if coming  to a decision. "Jax is right. And you're obviously good at what you do  or Brenna wouldn't have brought you here."

"Yeah," Rye puts in. "It will be good for all of us. And for you too. Cathartic, you know?"

Who are these guys? Really. I expected to be egged at this point.

"Look, I'm cool with this." Rye stands. "I hope you join us. Anything that shakes things up can't be bad."

Whip stands as well. "Killian will come around. Jax will talk to him."

They both come shake my hand. "Sorry for the drama," Whip says with a wink. "But it's kind of hard to escape around here."

Jax makes his way over to me as Whip and Rye leave. His warm hand rests  on my shoulder. "I'm glad I got to talk to you. I always meant to track  you down and apologize. It was shitty to use you that way."

"I'm so glad you made it," I say in a rush. "That you're healthy and here."

His smile is tight but friendly. "Whatever you decide, come hang out with us later tonight. We'll have fun, Soph. Trust me."

He gives me a kiss on the cheek and Brenna a look I can't interpret before leaving.

"This is a mistake," Gabriel says as soon as the door closes.

I flinch, and he meets my eyes. Everything I saw in him before is gone.  He's ice now-so solid, so polished, I'm surprised I don't see my  reflection in his skin. His voice is strong but monotone, just another  day at the office.

"You regret your actions. Jax takes responsibility for his part. None of that matters when it comes to this tour."

"I'm not following you, Scottie," Brenna says. Mostly, she's been quiet,  letting everyone talk. But there's steel in her spine now.

He sits back in his chair, setting one ankle on his bent knee. Such cool  repose, as if he isn't kicking me to the curb when he promised he  wouldn't interfere.

"We've only just reached the point where the band is a fully functioning  unit again. They're finally burying old wounds. You bring this element  of mistrust into the mix, and you're risking all of that."

"I'm a person, not an element." I shouldn't let him see that I'm upset,  but fucking hell, I am. I thought we had at the very least a small  glimmer of mutual … I don't know, regard. I held him in his darkest hour,  and now I'm a fucking element? "And if the guys are cool with it, why  should you protest?"

"Because it is my job to think rationally when they either cannot or  will not." He looks at me as though I'm nothing more than a piece  furniture in the room. "This is a matter of business, Ms. Darling.  Nothing personal."

"Bullshit. Everything is personal. Especially business. You judge a  person and decide whether you trust them enough to work with them or  not." A shudder of rage and hurt runs through me. "You've made your  decision, Mr. Scott. Don't weaken it by pretending it's nothing  personal."