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An Excerpt From: HAZARD’S DARE
Copyright © FRANCES STOCKTON, 2013
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Chapter One
Truth or Dare Club, Dare, Nevada—Late January
For the first time in her life, Avery Grant felt like a woman.
More than that, she felt like an attractive, sexy, vivacious woman ready to
take on the Truth or Dare Club, with no one telling her what to do and no man to
tell her to go back to her hotel room alone.
But it was too late.
She’d prepared for the evening by spending the day in a spa and getting a new
hairstyle, complete with highlights and dark lowlights. Then she’d gone on a
shopping spree to find a gorgeous red V-necked cocktail dress and six-inch
stilettos.
Currently, her dress was covered with a long red coat, but she’d shed it once
she was inside the building. It was January, and even though she was in Nevada,
there was a distinct chill was in the air.
She hesitated for a minute or two, maybe three, recalling her friend Morgan
Maddox’s phone call two hours ago. Morgan claimed that tonight would change
Avery’s life because the man destined to be her soul mate would be at the Truth
or Dare Club.
Unfortunately, Avery didn’t believe it was possible.
For one thing, she wasn’t looking for a soul mate or even a boyfriend.
For another, she’d recently gotten herself out of a loveless relationship.
Thank God she’d dodged the bullet when she realized her ex was a lying, cheating
scum with no reason to be with her except former Senator Charles Grant’s
political backing.
No. She was looking for something else entirely, certainly not forever, and
coming to Dare, Nevada, was the right place to be.
The once-dilapidated Old West boomtown, nestled in a valley thirty minutes
south of the Sierra Nevada Mountains, had been bought up by a quartet of the
rich and famous, revamped and made into a mini-mecca for those who wanted to get
away from everyday life and not get swallowed up by the craziness of Vegas…or
the paparazzi.
Not that the paparazzi was an issue in Avery’s life. After all, she was
Charles Grant’s oldest daughter, the one considered to be a sensible bore.
Compared to her sports agent brother, Alexander, and her younger sister,
Charlotte, who was a promising US swim star, she lived an ordinary, scandal-free
life.
But as of tonight, she wasn’t following anyone’s rules anymore, except her
own.
Tucking her small red clutch purse under her arm, she squared her shoulders
and stepped up to the door. Music could be heard from where she stood.
Taking a deep breath right as the music faded and someone onstage announced
the night’s special guest performer, Avery missed the man’s name because her
cellphone went off in her purse.
Grumbling, she scrambled to get the phone from the clutch purse, saw who
called and immediately turned the thing off. She was not answering to her older
brother tonight.
He could wait. Her life couldn’t.
Stuffing the phone out of the way and returning the purse under her arm, she
pushed her way through the door, stopping to hand her coat off to a young man
working the coat check closet.
The man’s reaction when he saw her dress was priceless! With more confidence
under her wings, she headed into the already crowded club.
At first, she had to blink because it was dark inside, with typical club
lights turned down low and a spotlight aimed toward the stage.
And then the tantalizing riff of a guitar and a country singer’s voice
trapped her right where she stood. “When you came in, the air went out…and every
shadow filled up with doubt…I don’t know who you think you are, but before the
night is through…I want to do bad things with you.”
As the song made popular by Jace Everett and the TV show True Blood
continued, Avery was completely taken in, seduced. Not only did the singer hit
every note with a deep-voiced country drawl that was undeniably hot, she’d
locked eyes with… him .
Up on stage, guitar in hand, microphone in place, was Trevor Hazard Osbourne,
middle linebacker for the Alexandria Griffins!
And her secret crush. The man was the reason she was a football fan and a
huge proponent of the defense!
Suddenly, irrevocably, everything in her that was female went on red alert.
Her heart pounded, her knees grew weak, her pussy awakened, leaving an aching
reminder of how staid and nonexistent her sex life had been as of late.
Hazard wasn’t just another football player with a badass reputation. He was
known for his killer charm with the ladies, megawatt smile and was considered
hazardous to any self-respecting offense’s chance of scoring in the red
zone.
And right now Avery was red hot! Hazard was not only incredibly good-looking,
he had beautiful shoulder-length caramel brown hair that gave him a lion-sized
personality and a body made for sin.
Even from the slight distance, she could see that he was tall, broad and
built. He had an ass made for squeezing and muscles made for crushing opponents.
Aware of herself in a way that she’d never been before, she realized that she
was dripping wet between her legs. To be crushed beneath a man like that would
be incredible.
Just like that, with a song and what she imagined was recognition in his eyes
when he continued to sing to her , Avery was smitten.
For a second, she thought of Morgan’s warning earlier that day. Could it
possibly be that Hazard was the one?
Oh, this was bad. She could handle keeping her crush a secret. It was just
that Hazard—as he was called by teammates, media and football fans—was more than
a crush. He was one of the athletes represented by her brother.
Thinking maybe it’d be a good thing to exit gracefully, Avery took a step
backward and stepped on the foot of the person behind her. Stilettos had to hurt
his instep, even if he was wearing a nice pair of loafers!
“Oh, I am very sorry,” she apologized.
“It’s not a problem,” the man answered, catching her elbow and helping her to
regain her balance. “This place is crowded tonight. Ever been here before,
gorgeous?”
Gorgeous? A man called her gorgeous? Turning her head and hoping like hell
the guy was hot, she was struck by two things.
He was undeniably handsome. And he was the polar opposite of what she’d come
here for. Granted, he was clean cut, smelled great and his brown hair was
ultra-short.
He had nice blue eyes, a nice chin and a nice voice, altogether nice.
She hadn’t come to the Truth or Dare Club for nice. She’d come for
naughty.
“No, I’m afraid I haven’t been here yet,” she answered, realizing it was rude
to stare. If she was going to stare at anyone, she’d rather watch Hazard from
afar.
“That makes two of us. Name’s John, would you like to find a table?”
“That’s very nice of you. But I’m meeting someone in a little bit.”
“At least let me get you safely to the bar. The crowd watching the
mini-concert is decidedly pushy.”
“That’d be nice of you. Thank you for being so polite after I treaded on your
foot. These shoes are new and take some getting used to.”
“Didn’t feel a thing,” he insisted, making good on his promise to escort her
across the room.
She barely had the chance to appreciate the modernized replica of an Old West
saloon. John nearly bowled through people to reach the bar. She tried to
apologize, but by the time she got words out, she was dragged away.
Deciding that she did not like John, she was glad when they reached the
bar.
“Thank you, John, for the escort. I’ve got it from here,” she said, homing in
on a vacated stool made out of an old-fashioned barrel.
“Let me order you a drink,” he insisted.
“It’s not necessary. Really, I came to meet someone.”
“Looked to me like you were alone when you walked in,” John commented.
“That’s because my date’s currently up on stage,” she said, hoping John
wasn’t good at detecting a fib.
“He’s in the band?”
“The singer, Hazard Osbourne, maybe you’ve heard of him?”
“Afraid not, but I know when I’ve worn out my welcome. I hope he appreciates
what he has, if he doesn’t, look me up.”
John reached into his wallet, pulled out a business card, snagged a pencil
from the bar, jotted something down and handed her the card before disappearing
into the crowd.
Avery checked the card. The front advertised John Redman was the owner of an
independent film studio. On the back, he’d scribbled the name of his hotel and
room number.
Finding that presumptuous, Avery flicked the card across the bar with her
finger, sending it flying straight into the back of the broad-shouldered,
pale-blond bartender.
“Oh my god, what’s gotten into me?” she asked herself out loud, thinking no
one would hear because Hazard was still performing.
Bad Things was over. He’d switched gears and sang something equally deep,
equally compelling and sexy, Chris Isaak’s Wicked Game . All Avery could do was
park her butt on the barrel and hope she hadn’t earned a kick in the caboose
right out the door.
The bartender turned, saw her sitting there, then bent down to retrieve the
object that’d nailed him before coming up to her.
“Hello, Red, this must be your first time in Truth or Dare,” he greeted with
a curiously sexy tone of voice that sounded a little like he’d spent a lot of
time in California.
He smiled, and for a crazy second, Avery was transfixed on that smile because
there was something about it that warned he could be a predator or a savior. His
shoulder-length pale-blond hair was nearly white, with two dyed black streaks
sweeping from a sharp widow’s peak.
His face was, whoa, stunning. Smiling as he was, she saw even white teeth,
but his canines looked suspiciously like fangs. If she didn’t know better, she’d
think the bartender was a vampire or creature of the undead.
“Um, hi, yes, this is my first time here. Could I get a margarita if I
apologize for hitting you with my trash?”
“Don’t worry about the card,” the bartender said as he tossed it in a trash
can. “It’s not the first time a pretty lady got rid of an unwanted suitor the
only way she could think of. What’s your name?”
“Avery,” she answered honestly, unsure if it was wise, but she couldn’t
retract it.
“Welcome to Dare,” the bartender said, offering his hand. “My name’s Jaxon. I
sure hope this isn’t your only visit to our cozy little town.”
She shook his hand, finding that he had a strong, confident grip without
being too forward or rude. “Thank you. Now that I’ve found it, I have the
feeling Dare might become my new getaway spot.”
“As it is for many who come here,” he said. “How do you like your
margarita?”
“On the rocks, with salt,” she answered.
Jaxon mixed her drink and handed the quality-tequila-laden drink on the
bar.
“First one’s on me,” he said when she reached into her purse. “How about I
start a tab for you while you wait until it’s safe to mingle? The guy who
offered his room number is currently seated at a table with a direct line of
sight to where you’re sitting.”
“I didn’t like him much. There was something false in the way he
flirted.”
Jaxon looked around the room. “You don’t have to worry about him. If he
bothers you again, I’ll have the bouncers take care of the situation.”
Disliking the idea that she was being watched, she took a liking to Jaxon for
offering to look after her if she needed it.
“Thank you, Jaxon, I appreciate that you’re looking out for the newbie,” she
said, taking a sip of her margarita. Perfect, with just the right amount of
salt. The drink was exactly what she needed to calm her nerves. “This is
good.”
“Glad you like it. Enjoy the music. Considering it’s football season, we’re
lucky to have Trevor Osbourne with us tonight. If country’s not your thing,
illusionist Gabriel Krystiyan starts his show in the Truth or Dare Theater in
about a half an hour.”
“Gabriel Krystiyan? Wow, isn’t he a Vegas headliner?”
“Yes, but Gabe’s one of us, one of Dare, I mean. When he’s home, he takes
over the theater with his magic act that’s second to none.”
“I’m in town for a week. I’ll be sure to catch one of his shows.”
“But not tonight,” Jaxon said.
“I’d rather enjoy this margarita and put in an order for a second.”
Relaxing and finding the barrel she was sitting on surprisingly comfortable
with its plush red leather cushion, she took another salt-laden sip and
discovered the stool swiveled too.
Fastening her eyes upon Hazard as his concert continued, she became absorbed
in the moment, in him. Sure, he was a sex symbol known for playing hard but
fair, on the field and off. Yet there was something compelling about him,
something that had awakened her long-dormant sex drive.
He was the perfect bachelor, loved being single, never professed to being a
saint and her brother told her not long ago that Hazard had plans of becoming a
country singer after his football days were over. By Alexander’s account, Hazard
was intelligent, understood that he needed a career after football and chose his
endorsement deals and fundraisers wisely.
Suddenly noticing that Hazard seemed to be staring straight at her, Avery
squirmed a little.
There was no way that he could see her from the stage. The lights on the
stage were a red, green and blue hodgepodge that showcased each member, a
spotlight haloed him, letting the audience appreciate the way his talented
fingers strummed the electric guitar.
To Avery, it seemed as if he made the guitar sing, bringing it to life. That
kind of talent was rare, that kind of passion was what she’d always longed for
and could never have.
Raised to be a good girl, she’d decided to put aside her ordinary image and
be a little bad. Maybe Bad Things had been the right song to hear the second
she’d walked into the Truth or Dare Club. Maybe the tequila in her drink was
working its magic.
Whatever it was, right then Avery was tempted by Hazard in a way she’d never
known before, and they hadn’t even spoken yet.
What were the chances he’d remember her anyway?
The only time they’d met and spoken at length had been when her father was in
the hospital needing a kidney transplant. Like the hero he was, Alexander
donated his kidney to save their father. But the stress of her father’s illness
and discovering that her almost fiancé was a lecherous lout had taken its toll
on Avery.
She hadn’t been herself when she’d met Hazard. He’d been polite and friendly
enough, but then Timothy had returned after taking a lengthy phone call from a
client and started acting like a member of the Grant family and Hazard withdrew
to talk to his friends.
It could have been a few minutes of time that they actually spoke. She didn’t
know. But something had shifted inside her when they shook hands, a spark had
ignited, reminding her that she was indeed female and Trevor Hazard Osbourne was
all male.
Shortly after, her father and brother were taken into surgery and she didn’t
see Hazard again. Once everyone knew the transplant was successful, the athletes
left. And it’d taken several weeks afterward for Avery to tell her father she’d
decided to break things off with Timothy.
Though she’d gone in with evidence gathered by her one of her brother’s
friends, PI Phalen Maddox, the shit had hit the fan. It was the first and only
time she’d done anything against her daddy’s wishes.
All her life, she’d tried to be a good daughter, to make choices in her
career that would never put a negative light on her father or cause his
opponents in the Senate to use her against him. When she’d told her dad about
Timothy’s infidelity, he’d gone so far as to suggest that it was something she
had to deal with, not run away from.
Avery did try again. She and Timothy went on a few dates and she acknowledged
she’d never been in love with him. She’d just been too chicken to admit it. Once
she did, the reconciliation her father wanted never came to be.
“Ready for that second drink, Red?” Jaxon offered, tapping her hand and
pointing to her almost-empty glass.
“Yes, please.”
“You got it,” he said, flashing another glimpse of that vampire smile.
She couldn’t help herself. She had to know. “Anyone ever mention you look a
little like a vampire?”
Jaxon froze for a second, his rare violet eyes homing in on her face. Avery
wasn’t sure what she’d said to set him off, but she regretted upsetting him.
“I didn’t mean to offend you.”
He shook his head and grinned. “You didn’t. I get that a lot, the vampire
thing, I mean. I’m human, and except for a tattoo on my arm made from invisible
ink, I don’t glow or anything.”
“Some friends of mine are tattooists. But I’ve never seen them do an
invisible tattoo. How does it become visible?”
“Black lights,” Jaxon answered, rolling up his white long-sleeved shirt to
reveal a blood-red mouth with iridescent teeth and fangs.
“I’ll get your drink,” he said as he lowered his sleeve and turned away to
grab a new margarita glass.
While she reflected on the tattoo he’d revealed, Avery realized the music in
the club had changed from live to a DJ spinning a mix of music in booth
somewhere.
A man’s hand came out of nowhere, startling her when he placed it on the bar
and wedged himself between her barrel and the person next to her.
“What do you say, gorgeous? Are you ready to give up waiting for a stranger
and take a chance on Mr. Nice Guy?”
John had just gone from weirdo to asshole in Avery’s book. “I say that I’m
not interested,” Avery told him, shifting around to look him in the eye.
“Come on, how about a dance? Let me at least buy you a drink.”
“That’s not necessary,” she said, right as a giant shadow came up behind
her.
John was about six foot even. Judging from the way he looked up, she’d say
her rescuer was about six-five or six-six, big, broad and a total badass.
She knew exactly who was behind her.
Her body had known seconds ago. Her pussy had unfurled like a spring flower
beneath a ray of sunshine. Her breasts felt heavier, her nipples tightened. The
powerful draw of need deep in her belly was completely sexual.
“Someone giving you a hard time, baby?” Trevor Hazard Osbourne asked.
Nestling in nice and close to her back, he drew her up off the barrel and parked
his ass in her spot.
Before she could blink, she was sitting in Hazard’s lap and John Mr. Not So
Nice Guy disappeared from sight.
“Hazard,” Avery whispered, shocked that he’d gone to such lengths to protect
her and instantly aware of his steel-hard muscle and size.
Hazard was enormous, with not an ounce of fat.
“Good to see you again, Avery Grant,” Hazard answered, his baritone
whispering right into her ear. “Would you mind telling me why you’re wearing a
smoking-hot dress and killer shoes that make every man in this room wonder how
your fantastic legs would feel wrapped around him?”
“Wearing a nice dress and new shoes isn’t a crime, Mr. Osbourne.”
“When it comes to you, it is.”
“How do you figure? You’re not my boss. In fact, it’s quite a shock that you
even remembered my name. We met once.”
“I’m not likely to forget that you’re my agent’s prettier twin.”
“Wow, at first I felt honored to know Hazard Osbourne saved me from trouble.
But saying I look like my brother when we’re not even twins won’t get you laid
as payment for your help, bonehead!”
Offended, she tried to scramble off his lap, but to do so would only cause
damage to her daring dress. Hazard’s unbreakable grip around her waist made her
feel trim and slim and female.
Her C-cup breasts felt bigger, her nipples tighter and in a constant state of
arousal. She was almost five-eight, regarded herself as reasonably attractive
and average. Hazard made her feel as if she was so much more than average.
“Whoa there, don’t get pissed at me and wiggle that fine ass of yours like
that unless you’re prepared for trouble. I didn’t save you in order to get laid
and you don’t look like a man. You look amazing, Avery.”
“Thank you, I think.”
“You’re welcome. For the record, I know Alex is older. While the family
resemblance between the two of you is uncanny, you are much prettier. Now answer
the question. What kind of trouble were you hoping to find in Dare?”
“You want the truth?”
“We are in the Truth or Dare Club, baby, might as well go for broke.”
Hazard’s big hands tightened around her waist. Shifting her on his lap, he
expelled a deep breath, as did Avery. For a heartbeat, she’d thought for sure
the hardness she felt pressed up against her ass had been the biggest cock she’d
ever known.
Not that she’d known many. Okay, that was an understatement. But her lack of
lovers notwithstanding, she’d certainly seen her share of erotic images. None of
the men had a penis that rivaled Hazard’s.
Telling herself she was feeling his hard as hell thigh that just so happened
to get thicker, Avery sat very still.
“I’m not sure you can handle the truth,” she warned.
A big hand came up to her chin, turning her so that she could look at him
without causing damage to her neck muscles or putting a strain on her back. “I
can handle anything. The truth, Avery, what were you looking for when you came
here?”
Caught up in his unusual amber eyes that reminded her of a lion’s and
imagining Michelangelo had a hand in sculpting his cheekbones, strong chin and
chiseled features, she couldn’t look away or take back her answer.
“I came to find a fuck buddy. Not forever, mind you, just a friend to have
fun with whenever I’m able to go on vacation.”
“Say that again,” Hazard demanded, tightening his fingers on her chin ever so
slightly.
“You heard me, a fuck buddy. That’s what I want.”
“Like hell you are,” he grumbled as he clutched her tighter in order to stand
up.
“Let go!”
Over her shoulder, he said, “Jaxon, my table. Biggest fucking glass of sweet
tea you’ve got and whatever Avery’s drinking, bring it there.”
“Got it,” Jaxon answered without missing a beat in his mixology.
With little ado, Hazard let her grab her purse from the bar and carefully
propelled her across the room. Those who hadn’t found a seat or table stepped
aside, because the linebacker was the size of a freakin’ mountain.
Claiming a table that had a fresh deck of cards and a couple of guitar picks
sprawled across the well-worn surface that had nicks, dings and names of
musicians inscribed in the oak, he finally guided her into a chair.
Despite their conversation and the fact when he stepped backward, he revealed
an enormous erection tenting his faded button-fly jeans, Hazard claimed the seat
opposite her.
Unsure what to say or do, Avery waited until Jaxon delivered their drinks and
vacated the coziest spot in a very crowded room. She didn’t think it wise to
speak until Hazard gave her an opening.
He didn’t. He grabbed up the tallest glass of iced tea she’d ever seen and
took a long drink. At the rate he was taking that tea down, it’d be gone in
three seconds.
“Slow down, Hazard. You’ll make yourself ill.”
Hazard glared at her and kept drinking until he was satisfied. Slamming the
ice-frosted glass back down on the table, he broke the silence. “You’re out of
your fucking mind if you think I’m going to let Alexander Grant’s sister come to
town to find a fuck buddy.”
“FYI, I’m more than his sister. I’m a woman, dammit! Maybe I’m tired of being
the sensible Grant all the time. Maybe I’m ready for no-holds-barred sex. I’m on
vacation. Why shouldn’t I have fun?”
Hazard growled deep in his throat. Briefly, she thought for sure he’d roar as
loud as any self-respecting lion warning rival males away from his pride.
“Sonofabitch, this isn’t happening. No, I won’t allow it.”
“You don’t even know me beyond my name. Why do you presume to think you can
tell me what I can or can’t do?”
He took another long drink, this time his amber eyes staying on her face as
he crushed some ice with his teeth. In his college days, he must have been
killer at beer pong and quarters.
Fearing her night would end before it began, she swallowed hard. “You know
what? It was obviously a mistake to come here.”
“A huge mistake,” Hazard said, placing his glass back down. “Not because you
don’t have the right to fuck whoever you want. Because courting that kind of
trouble isn’t you, baby. You go through with this asinine scheme, you’re going
to get hurt!”
“Now I’m asinine. Is that what you’re saying?”
“No. Don’t you get it? As beautiful as you look tonight, I might accept your
red dress challenge. And the horrible truth is, I don’t want the kind of
relationship you represent, permanence.”
“What challenge?”
“To be your fuck buddy,” he said, again keeping his eyes on her face. The
look in his eyes warned her not to look away.
Right then, Hazard was all alpha male. With his long caramel-brown hair
running in thick waves to his shoulders that gave him the appearance of a lion
and those compelling amber eyes, she was captivated and didn’t dare look
away.
“I didn’t challenge you to be my anything, much less ask,” Avery said when
she found her voice.
“Didn’t you? You melted when I held you on my lap. I’m willing to bet my
playoff bonus that you were soaking wet from the knowledge that my cock was hard
and ready to sink deep into you from behind. Now your body’s craving sex with
me, Avery. And dammit, I feel like a bastard for wanting you too!”
“Very well, I will free you of the burden of being a bastard.”
Taking a huge gulp of her margarita and nearly choking on a mouthful of salt,
she slapped it back on the table and stood to leave. She made it an inch before
his big hand engulfed hers, pinning her right where he wanted, but not once
putting pressure on her more slender fingers or wrist.
“Sit down,” Hazard commanded. “Stay and talk to me. Please.”
It was the please that stopped her. Hastily added though it was, she sensed
he was being sincere. Folding down to the padded seat, she reached out for her
margarita with her free hand.
Even as she sipped at her drink, it dawned on her that Hazard hadn’t let go
of her left hand. Wrapping his fingers with hers, he picked up his glass with
his free hand and sipped the remaining amount of tea.
When the glass was empty except for some ice, he flagged the bartender. Avery
didn’t know how they could be seen from the bar, but Jaxon returned. “What can I
get you two?”
“Tequila, straight up, limes and salt,” Avery said.
“Are you drinking tonight, Trev?” Jaxon asked.
Hazard’s eyes never left Avery’s face, his fingers squeezing hers. “Just this
once. And, Jax…none of that cheap crap that does nothing but create hangovers
touches this table.”
“Patrón it is.” Jaxon left to prepare their shots.
Avery didn’t move. She couldn’t.
Hazard was so compelling and charismatic in person that she knew that this
was the reason for her secret crush.
On the football field, he was larger than life, twice the size of most men,
and his eyes were constantly studying the offense. In the flesh, he was
magnetic, irresistible, uncannily intuitive and so much more significant than
even the best HDTVs could showcase during a big game.
When she’d learned that her brother was taking him on as a client just before
Kyran Black’s career was sidelined by a demented ex-girlfriend, Avery had been
over the moon with excitement. She’d always loved football, had dreamed of
dating football players in high school.
Her daddy nipped that dream in the bud. He’d believed that his daughter was
better than a jock, going so far as to fix her up on dates with the class
politicians and members of the debate team.
Now here she was with one of the best linebackers in professional football.
And beyond her better judgment, her heart was telling her that Hazard was the
man she’d been looking for when she walked through the door.
She hadn’t known he was here specifically. But maybe a little destiny was at
work tonight. Maybe it was time to live and laugh with someone who didn’t give a
damn who her father, brother and little sister were and would see her for
herself.
Hazard had a problem.
Actually, he had several, starting with the red-dressed vixen sitting across
from him, her hand still tucked within his, and an erection that could pound
nails.
Worse? It didn’t help knowing he’d been
alerted to Avery’s possible arrival by Alex Grant shortly before he’d started
his set.
Alex’s text had been simple.
Morgan Maddox called. Said my sister’s been planning to go to the Truth or
Dare Club all day, but felt certain danger was following Avery. Keep an eye on
her for me, and for god’s sake, keep your zipper zipped around my sister.
Having scrambled off a response that promised he’d keep an eye on Alex’s
sister, Hazard went out on stage, guitar in hand, phone in his pocket.
Promising to keep an eye on Alex’s sister had been easy. Keeping the promise
was going to be hell.
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