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games of his.”
    “Rode
back with Gray and Daisy earlier this morning,” he replies. “He’s no longer
with the tour.”
    I
nod, swallowing the guilt I don’t have time to feel as memories of me arguing
with him before locking him out of my suite hazily come back to me. I mean,
it’s not my fault he was too sensitive to handle a joke, right?
    “Hey,
girl,” Chase says the second I step up onto the bus and drop down on the sofa
beside her. “Whoa.” Wincing, she pats my arm. “You look like shit.”
    “Thanks,”
I deadpan, crossing my arms over my chest and wishing I could disappear into
the cushions.
    “You
know what the perfect cure is for a bangover?” Hunter asks, spinning his
recliner to face me. Toeing off his sneakers, he kicks the leg out on his ugly
ass chair and stretches out. “Bacon,” he says reaching over to shove a piece in
my face.
    “Get
that shit away from me,” I growl, swatting away the piece of disgusting, fried,
pig flesh.
    “How
the hell does bacon instantly cure a hangover?” Chase asks, shaking her head.
“Bacon isn’t the cure all pill of everything that is wrong with the world,
baby.”
    “Wrong,”
he counters, nearly flipping the chair to rescue the meat from the floor before
shoving it into his mouth. I swallow around the vomit rising in my throat at
the sight of him, not only eating bacon, but eating it off the floor of the
bus.
    “You’re
disgusting,” I groan, clamping a hand over my mouth.
    “Rule
one: never waste bacon. And it’s bangover, not hangover,” he corrects her,
before looking at me. “The bottle that you sucked dry like some cheap prom date
had a guy’s name, correct?” he asks, arching a brow. “Jack Daniels, Jim Beam,
Johnnie Walker, Jose Cuervo: all men that will fuck you hard every time you
swallow them and leave you walkin’ funny the next day.”
     “Do
you hear the shit that comes out of your mouth?” Aiden asks from the small
kitchenette table where he sits with Camaron.
    “I
know, I’m a genius,” Hunter nods. “One day, I’ll write a book and everyone can
have a piece of me on their shelves.”
    “Or
use it to steady a wobbly table leg,” Henry says, climbing into the driver’s seat.
“Get comfortable, asshole, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”
    “I
hope you bought Rae dinner before using that line on her,” Hunter laughs,
nearly dropping his plate. “Or, at least, used lube.”
    Digging
the Beats from my bag, I plug into my phone and blast my playlist as loud as I
can. That way I won’t hear Hunter’s screams if Henry beats him to death with
his bacon plate, and I’m less likely to be named as an accessory. With music
blaring, I settle in for the ride back to Nashville, trying to figure out what
the hell I’ll do with all my free time that won’t have me plastered all over
every media outlet and knee deep in shit with Cam.

Chapter Three
    Mackumentally
Fucked
    Mack
    “Mommy!
Daddy!” Jazzie screams, the second the bus rounds the corner. “They’re home!”
    “Not
a word to Henry,” Rae says to me in a hushed voice. “I mean it, Dominick.”
    “Whatever
you want, darlin’, but you and I both know you should’ve told him already,” I
reply, rolling my eyes as I cross my fingers over my heart like a jackass. “I
still don’t understand why you just don’t sit his big ass down and explain what
the doctors are saying, Rae. That’s his monster spawn you’re bakin’ in there; you
can’t just keep him out of the loop. He’ll be pissed when he finds out we’ve been
going behind his back and keepin’ secrets.”
    “It’s
my place to tell him,” she argues, rubbing a hand over her ever-swelling baby
bump. Rae is short to begin with, but now with the oversized lookin’ Buddah belly
she is working with, she looks like a normal colored version of that blueberry
brat off Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory .
    She
wears mismatched shoes and has given up on pants most days and socks
completely. It’s