Chapter 3

Fuck!

Hopefully Laramie wouldn’t come sniffing around back here, since it would bring back memories of hot and heavy sessions behind the Fender Strats in the stockroom. I bent my head again to the task before me and did my best to ignore the light music coming through the walls.

Three hours later—so sue me, I was a coward—I thought it would be safe enough to leave. I locked my office and went into the Music Room. I walked behind the few remaining fans toward the door. Thankfully, Laramie was nowhere in sight as I found my way outside and slowly wandered up the street to my place.

“Dorian Seacrest. Been a long time.”

The voice I’d know anywhere stopped me cold. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before pivoting around to face Laramie Treble, the too-handsome-for-his-own-good drummer for Caesar’s Flame.