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The only things that mattered were the moment, the music, and the people.

And her baby sister.

With that wicked, excited grin on her face.

That’s why they were here.

Together always.

THREE

bunny

Siena led the way into the backstage area. Bunny followed closely, worrying her fingers back and forth. She hadn’t been to Julianna’s in close to a decade, but it had been the exact spot that Siena had discovered them all those years ago. She rolled her shoulders and shot Piper a look of mixed frustration, annoyance, and curiosity as she held the door for both Siena and Piper to walk through.

Bunny put her hand at the small of Piper’s back as they walked through the thin hallways. This place had produced more A-list bands and musicians than any other in town. Whoever this duo was, if they were here, they must be at least halfway decent. Which Bunny could attest to. She’d seen them on stage only moments before, sweating and putting their hearts into the music they’d written themselves.

Siena knocked on the dressing room door.

Seeing her acting proper and polite was odd. They’d known each other so long that she was their third band member and had full access to them by now.

“Who is it?” A strong voice slid through the doorway.

“Siena Frazee.”

It was a long second until the doorknob turned and cracked open a bit. Inside, Bunny caught a glimpse of chaos, which was exactly what their own dressing room looked like on a good day following a show. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from making any comments as Siena was allowed inside.

The woman at the door was short, her curves voracious and alluring. Bunny’s insides immediately started churning with arousal. She shifted in her boots, more than a little uncomfortable. She trailed her gaze from head to toe over this woman, her dark blonde hair in soft ringlets to her shoulders, the line of her collarbone that disappeared under the edge of her bright red shirt, her full breasts just begging to be touched.

Nope. Stop that, you idiot.

Bunny flicked her gaze up to the woman’s face and canted her head to the side.

Stare at her face like you’re not some horny dog.

Come on. You’ve got this.

Bunny kept her lips sealed shut as Siena walked farther into the room and Piper followed closely. Seeing this woman close up instead of on stage was entirely different. The lighting hadn’t done her any favors. Bunny’s initial thought was that this one wasn’t the star of the show and the other could easily sell more tickets without dragging her sister around.

“It’s good to meet you two, officially.” Siena held her hand out to shake each of the women’s hands. “I hope you don’t mind, but I brought Bunny and Piper with me to check out your show. This is Bea and Jo.”

Bunny barely flicked her gaze to Jo. She was utterly entranced with Bea—with the way she moved, with the sourpuss look on her lips, with the annoyance in her eyes. She had a resting bitch face for days, and it was like she didn’t even know it.

“Oh my gosh!” Jo squealed and clapped her hands together. “I’m so excited to meet you two.”

Bunny’s shoulders stiffened when Siena’s phone went off,Free Birdplaying loudly into the room, startling Bea. Bea flicked her gaze to Siena and then back to Bunny, as if she couldn’t look away, too scared of what Bunny might do.

Siena excused herself to the hallway. Bunny would do that too, considering who was calling. Siena had changed the ring tone for her ex-wife as soon as she’d filed for divorce. She had yet to change it back, but it made it really obvious who was calling and when. It was now Bunny’s turn to step into the lead role and make sure that Bea and Jo understood why they were there.

Which wasn’t to secure them a contract with Siena.

“I can’t believe she brought you guys!” Jo again was squealing.

Bea cut her a look that said shut up, and Bunny had to hold back her snort of laughter. She’d given Piper that look far too many times to count. Piper stepped forward, her hand extended. “Well, it’s good to meet you.”

Jo bounced in her shoes as she took Piper’s hand. “I didn’t think she’d bring you.”

“Siena likes to get a second opinion when she’s scouting new talent,” Piper said, shoving her hands into her tight jeans.