“We love you, Dallas! Goodnight!” Logan shouted into the mic.

Pulling the strap off my neck, I waived to the crowd as I headed for the curtain. An army of roadies flew past me in their quest to tear down our equipment so the next band could take the stage.

The air was electric, the crowd roaring their approval long after we entered the tunnel that led to our dressing room. Logan turned to me, taking my head between his hand. “You were on fire, bro!”

“Fuck yeah, I was!”

Adrenaline flowed through me, pushing thoughts of Lily so far down I almost felt whole. And for a moment, I believed I could forget about the girl with the golden hair, and the soft blue eyes. Because she didn’t know me at all.

This was me. The real me.

“Lookie-lookie.” Logan whistled, raising a brow when we rounded the corner.

I cemented on a smile for the twenty or so girls lining the hallway in front of our dressing room. Blondes, brunettes, and redheads. A smorgasbord of perfect tits and firm asses in tight micro minis just begging for my attention.

“You want Betty or Veronica?” he called as he waded into the adoring crowd.

Sliding between a blond and a brunette, my stomach pitched when Lily’s image flashed in my head. But she wasn’t here. And they were. They wanted me, and she didn’t.

No, they want Cameron Knight

And that was a good thing, since he was all that was left.

Cementing on a smile, I glanced between the two girls. “Who says I can’t have both.”

“Wake up,” Logan said, giving me a firm shake. “It’s almost time to go.”

Rolling onto my side, I cracked open one heavy lid. Pain. It was everywhere. In my head. My stomach. Even my hair hurt. “I can’t. I’m dying.”

Or I was dead. Maybe I was dead. Because this had to be hell.

Logan chuckled. “You’re not dying, you fucking pussy...”

I lifted my head, but it was too much, so I buried my face in the pillow. The very cool, soft pillow. It was the best fucking pillow I’d ever felt. “What the hell happened?” I mumbled.

Logan dropped onto the couch, planting his feet on the coffee table. “About a fifth of Jack.”

Bits and pieces of the night filtered through my foggy brain. The show. Betty and Veronica. Their hands on my ass as we climbed into the elevator at the Omni hotel.

I flipped onto my back, and when I didn’t puke, I called it a win. “Where is everyone?”

“Sean and Christian are downstairs.”

“What about…the girls?”

The girl. My girl. Lily. If I was going to have a bout of amnesia, why couldn’t it be her that was erased from my memory? I rubbed my bare chest, the ache returning the moment I thought of her.

“What girls?” Logan snorted. “The ones you chased off with your whining about Lily? Her hair, her eyes, her feet…really, bro? Her feet?”

“She has cute toes,” I blurted. “So I didn’t…”

He cocked a brow. “Nail Betty and Veronica? Fuck, dude, you couldn’t. After you drank all the booze, you curled into a ball and passed out.”

Great. Lily not only ripped my heart out, she took my balls along for the ride.

“I’m going to grab some breakfast,” Logan said as he hauled to his feet. “Take a shower. You stink.”

I pulled the pillow over my head.

“We’re leaving in thirty minutes,” he said on his way to the door. “With or without you.”

“I’ll be there,” I grumbled.

I wanted to get out of Dallas as fast as I could. Though I suspected even two hundred miles away from Lily wouldn’t be far enough to cure the ache.