Source One

herself to move.  She shook his outstretched hand.
    “Why do you want a job with a hard rock group?” Dave asked after they’d begun the interview.
    He’s right. Y ou really fit in here.
    Jenna ignored the voice in her head and took a breath. 
    She was sure they didn’t want to hear her sob story about having to delay grad school.  She guessed they hadn’t seen the inside of a classroom for a while.
    She cleared her throat. “My mother was in a bad car accident last year.  She’s still recovering and the bills are piling up.  I really need – want – this job.”
    **
    Sean studied Jenna.  Her hair was long and mink brown.  She had light brown eyes and a beautiful, heart-shaped face. 
    Sean cleared his throat after she finished speaking. “What type of music do you listen to?”
    “I have a lot of different music on my playlist.”
    She bit her lip after she answered and twisted her hands together.
    “Do you have anything of ours?” Logan asked.
    The young woman blinked.
    Rory snickered. “Any hard rock at all?”
    Jen na opened her mouth and closed it again.
    Sean shook his head.  It was time to rescue her.
    “You think you could get work done on a bus?” he asked her.
    Jenna’s gaze flew to him again.  She wet her lips and nodded.  “Do we sleep on the bus too?”
    “No,” Sean said.  “We used to.  Now we just use it for travel.”
    Sean could see Jenna’s shoulders visibly relax.
    Jenna’s question brought the past to Sean’s mind as Dave asked her another question.
    The beginning had held some crazy days. 
    Before the bus, there was the van.  They loaded Dustin’s drum into the bus of whatever band they were opening for.
    Sleeping in the van was hell.
    And it wasn’t been much better once they got the bus.  The bunks were tiny, especially for those of them with long frames.
    Thankfully all of that ended when they’d started headlining.  They’d insisted on hotel rooms since then.  In nice places too. Not dive motels.
    This would be their third tour headlining. Eight years of touring already.  Hard to believe.
    Sean blinked back the memories in time to hear Jenna ’s answer to Dave.
    Jenna certainly filled Jake’s eye-candy requirement. No question there. But she looked sweet.  Innocent.  Their rowdiness alone would probably have her on the first plane home within the week.
    Yet, there was the glint of something in those beautiful eyes.  Determination.
    It was worth a try.
    “What do you think?” Dave asked after Jenna left the room.
    “I say we give her a chance,” Sean said.  He looked around the room.  “Okay?”
    There were nods.  A hell, yeah from Jake.
    Rob walked out to see if he could catch her.
    Jake gestured to the door with his chin. “She’s mine.”
    Sean snorted. “Does she know that?”
    Jake crossed his arms over his chest and grinned. “She will soon.”