Free High Strung (Power Station Book 1) by T Gephart Page B

I get that. What I don’t get is why you have such a hard-on for this girl, when she clearly can’t stand you.”
    Girls were a dime a dozen, especially for us. I’d never really chased anyone. Sure I’d throw a line out there and see if I’d get a nibble but I was more a numbers man, and if a girl wasn’t feeling me then I wasn’t about to waste time trying to convince her. To be honest, I didn’t have a solid answer for him, not one that made any sense.
    “You don’t know that.”
    Troy eased back into his padded chair, the grin on his face hinted he wouldn’t be letting this shit go. “Then how come you’re sitting here with me instead of doing your usual morning-after pancake routine with her? I’m actually surprised she didn’t come to her senses earlier, I was half expecting to get a call an hour after we dropped the two of you off.”
    “She pretty much collapsed once we walked in the door. We made out for about ten minutes, and I had barely got my hands on her tits when she passed out.”
    As much as I hated to admit it, nothing went down last night. Ashlyn had been talking a good game up until I got her front door unlocked, telling me how she’d wanted to just have one night of fun and then it was like the alcohol finally hit her. Honestly, I had been ready to see her up to her apartment and call it a night, and not because I wasn’t interested. I knew she was loaded and not making rational decisions, but I wasn’t about to take advantage of a girl, even if she was begging. The touching the tits happened before she passed out. Then it was either carry her to her to her room or lay her down on the tired looking couch in her living room.
    Troy eyeballed me hard. “Please tell me I’m not going to have to take you outside and beat your ass for being a scumbag.” I had no doubt he would take me outside and we’d have to go a few rounds if that kind of shit had gone down. None of us would ever cross that line.
    “Look at me, brother. I am many things but not that, and I would never put my hands on a woman without her okay. No fucking way, not ever. I didn’t even jerk off. I just helped her out of her dress and put her to bed.”
    Someone should give me a medal ’cause I can tell you it wasn’t easy being next to someone that hot and not want to at least have a stroke.
    “But you still spent the night? Why?”
    “I don’t know. I just wanted to stay. She lives in a shithole dude. Seriously, how that place isn’t condemned is beyond me and she looked, I don’t know, vulnerable, and I didn’t want to leave. So I stayed and held her for a while. It was kind of nice.”
    I shrugged, not really caring it made me sound like a complete pussy. Honestly, if it had been someone else, I would’ve probably just made something up, but it was Troy and he knew me better than anyone. We had been friends since we were kids and had been in bands together long before Power Station formed. It wasn’t until we heard James and Alex were looking to form something solid, that we actually thought we’d play a genuine gig. We’d seen those two kids in the neighborhood and one day we heard them jamming in James’s old man’s garage. Troy knocked on the door and asked if they wanted a rhythm section, and that’s how it started. Being in a band, making money doing what you love is a dream come true, and there isn’t a day when I’m not thankful. But to do it with your best friend by your side, that’s the motherfuckin’ ultimate.
    “Am I hearing right? The great Dan Evans spent the night cuddling?” Troy laughed not even trying to hide how much he was enjoying the situation.
    “Whatever, asshole. I seem to remember you going home alone, and whether or not I got laid, I still went to bed with the hottest girl in the club.”
    I could have gone home with the two girls who had been getting hot and heavy with me earlier that night. Now I couldn’t even remember their names but truthfully, after seeing