Free Superstar by Roslyn Hardy Holcomb Page A

apparently oblivious to how close to death
he was at the moment. “Seriously one of these days I’m going to
have to kick the shit out of that guy.”
    Bryan shrugged. “I’ve done it lots of times.
It doesn’t help. He’s a dick and always will be a dick.”
    Thad knew that, but still… “I am not. I
repeat, not, sleeping with Sioux.”
    “She’s comes out of your room every morning.
Hell I’ve seen her, so has Callie. You two are together all the
time.”
    “I’m with you guys all the time and we’re
not sleeping together,” Thad snapped.
    “Obviously you haven’t read some of the fan
fiction out there about us,” Bryan said.
    “There’s not enough eye bleach in the world.
I’m not sleeping with Sioux. We’re friends, and we’re working on
some songs. She’s pulling together a CD.”
    “Do you plan to produce her?”
    Thad shrugged. “She hasn’t asked. I’ve never
produced anyone.”
    “I think you should. You’ve got the chops.
Expanding into production would be good for you. Good for your
career too. You need to do more writing. I keep telling you,
publishing is where the longevity and money is in music.”
    Thad nodded. They’d had similar
conversations before. Bryan was a prolific songwriter and producer
and he encouraged Thad to do the same.
    “That still doesn’t explain why she’s in
your bed,” Bryan said just when Thad thought he’d successfully
changed the subject.
    “Because she wants to be. Can we drop this?
It’s none of your business, man.”
    Bryan stared at him for a long moment, but
didn’t say anything, then turned to walk away, but Thad grabbed his
arm.
    “By the way, what did happen at the VMAs?”
Thad asked.
    “What?” Bryan turned toward him with a
distracted frown.
    “You know, Sioux coming on to you. Did you
take her up on it?”
    “Didn’t I already answer this question?”
Bryan said.
    “Sure, but that was in front of B.T. and the
guys. I just wanted to be sure…” Thad let the sentence trail off
not sure what he wanted to know if anything.
    “Why don’t you ask Sioux since you two seem
to be attached at the hip these days?”
    Thad rolled his eyes, but didn’t fall for
the bait. “Because she doesn’t remember.”
    “You mean she claims it didn’t happen?”
Bryan’s eyes widened in disbelief.
    “No, she doesn’t claim that at all, she says
she doesn’t remember.”
    Bryan stroked his chin. “Well, I guess
that’s hardly surprising. She was blazing. I was amazed she was
able to stay on her feet at all.”
    “That’s what she said. So did you?”
    “Did I what? Let a minor who was wasted out
of her mind blow me?”
    Thad nodded. Despite Bryan’s intense glare
he was determined to know.
    “Aside for the moral issues raised by such a
question, do you really think I’m an idiot? I’m no fan of
prison.”
    “So, what did you do?”
    Bryan sighed. “What do you think I did? I
took her to her mama.”
    “Oh, okay.”
    “And for a man who’s not into a girl, you
sure as hell are interested in her sex life. You’ve got it bad man.
You’ve got it bad,” Bryan said, then he turned and walked back over
to where Callie and Sioux were still chatting. Thad stood watching
for a while, not really wanting to deal with the implications of
what his band mate had just said. And definitely not wanting to
have anything else to do with Sioux and a baby, he walked over to
pick up his guitar.
     

Chapter Five
    “My boyfriend thinks this AA stuff is crap.
He doesn’t think I’m an alcoholic and I can start drinking
again.”
    Sioux tried to recall the name of the woman
who was standing and speaking to the group. Annie? Emily? She was a
pixieish redhead who wore her hair in a gamine cut. She shifted
nervously from foot to foot as she faced the group of nine,
including Sioux. This was Sioux’s second meeting with this group in
Seattle. Thanks to Storm Crow’s adding shows in almost every city,
she had enjoyed the luxury of meeting with some