CHAPTER 244

She popped her feet out of both boots, tossed them to a stage runner, and stood barefoot on the stage wriggling her toes in delight. “Now I can get my rock on.”

She played a random string of notes that sent the crowd into a frenzy. Okay, so this was a lot of fun. She dug her fingers into her hair, messing it all up and feeling damned good about it. She threw up her devil horns on both fists, shaking her extended pinkies and index fingers at the crowd.

“I’m ready to get dirty,” Reagan said.

Dare chuckled into his microphone. “Oh hell yeah,” he said in a sexy growl.

“I’ll get dirty with you, Reagan,” Logan said.

“Let’s all get dirty,” Max yelled, and the band segued into their gritty ballad, “Stained.”

Reagan made an effort to get involved in the rest of the show. Not too involved. She didn’t want to overstep her bounds and upstage anyone else in the band. She felt she did an excellent job mimicking Max’s guitar work and was rather proud of that, even though she felt a little disconnect