"How're you holding up, girl?" Marko asked without turning around to look my way.

"I haven't vomited in an hour," I answered with a fake cheer in my voice. "I suppose that's progress."

Dwayne turned his head just slightly with a half grin, "You need to eat something."

"She has," David slipped an arm around my waist. "Three something's to be clear." We had gone off together before meeting with the group. "The bitch in her voice is only because she can have it."

I narrowed my eyes at David, "You can sleep with the boys again."

Paul let out a snort, "Point proven, D."

Jeremy threw his hands up in a dramatic fashion, "It's Saturday night – the boardwalk is packed. Can we all get along for one night? I want to have fun."

I let out a sigh and reached out to pat Jeremy on the shoulder, "I'm sorry. Yes." I nodded off towards the amphitheater and pushed Marko out of the way to step to Jeremy's side. "Let's dance."

"Now you're being reasonable," Jeremy laughed out as he grabbed hold of my hand and pulled me along.

Leaving the boys behind to follow at their own pace, we ran through the crowd – not caring as we pushed others in our way to the sides – until we finally skidded down to the low leveled arena. I pulled my black sweater off and tied it around my waist to leave me left in only a halter strapped plunging red dress and heels that laced up my calves.

"Up here," Jeremy jerked me up the risers where less people were gathered behind a fire pit.

I knew why he chose that spot; he always chose the same.

It was nearly in the center of the crowd and Jeremy liked the attention. Eyes were always drawn to us.

We reached the location as the song changed and I grinned brightly.

Santa Carla was a timeless town. Things changed and stayed the same all at once. Because of that, there were often nights where music was played from before Jeremy and I were changed. I liked those bands much more than the ones that tried to be modern.

The classics – or so I called them, changed in beat or not – were the best.

It didn't hurt that the selection was a personal favorite.

Jeremy reached out and placed his hands on my cheeks as he sang out, "Raven hair and ruby lips. Sparks fly from her fingertips. Echoed voices in the night, she's a restless spirit on an endless flight."

I smirked as I pulled away and danced around him in lithe motions. I always felt like a gypsy when I danced. I felt like Mom, "She held me spellbound in the night; dancing shadows and firelight."

Jeremy shifted so that he was standing behind me and whispered down into my ear, "You have an admirer; I can't really see him, but this still has to be a record on time for us."

"It would be me that set it," I teased as I turned my head to the side to scope who Jeremy had been referring to.

Jeremy had been right – I certainly did have a pair of the softest blue eyes I had ever seen focused on me.

He was handsome.

The man stood back a ways, but the direction of his stare was unmistakable as my gaze met his and he smiled. The smile almost unnerved me; it wasn't coy like most of the ones I would receive from onlookers. No, this smile was more than confident. It was a change, which was for certain. The corner of his top lip curled up as he rubbed his knuckles over the scruff covering his chin before slipping both hands down into the pockets of his leather jacket.

I couldn't help but to be intrigued as I crooked one finger at him as I continued to sing, "Well I know you want a lover, let me tell your brother, she's been sleeping in the Devil's bed. And there's some rumors going round, someone's underground. She can rock you in the nighttime 'til your skin turns red."

The mysterious man moved forward and I had to mask my expression change as he did.

Vanilla.

Dwayne had been right. It was three bodies full of blood in my stomach that kept me from charging.

I kept my lips tightened as I turned my face back to the fire long enough to settle myself and when I turned back, the man was looming over me – he was at least three inches taller than David, which made him half a foot taller than me, "You're new here."

"That's a good call," He looked impressed. "How'd you know?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I'm good with faces. Santa Carla is a big place, but it isn't that big." I tilted my head to the side and shot a look to Jeremy – he caught the hint and danced off with a grin. "The name's Rhiannon."

"Like the song?" He asked instantly.

I pulled back and cocked an eyebrow, "Impressive. You have good taste."

"I thought that had already been determined," He grinned as he let his eyes trail over my figure before extending a hand. "Wolf."

"That's unique. I like it," My voice was light as I allowed him to take my hand in his. "It's a pleasure."

"Oh, the pleasure is mine – I assure you," His thumb grazed over my knuckles. "Cold skin." Before I had the chance to respond, Wolf reached down to my waist and pulled at the sleeves of my sweater until the knot loosened and he could remove it to place around my shoulders. "There."

"Thank you…" I pulled the sweater around me as I subconsciously swayed – both to the music and the smell of him. "What brings you to Santa Carla?"

"Business," Wolf answered immediately.

"Do you care to elaborate?"

"No. I like to keep some mystery about me."

If he only knew.

"Well, I hope all goes well."

Wolf smiled to himself, "It looks like it will be a success."

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