“You wear panties?” Vanessa asked.

“Only on special occasions.”

Lindsey grinned. “I found my panties. What’s for breakfast?”

“Shade’s famous melt-in-your-mouth pancakes.”

“Sounds great.” She moved to sit in the booth at the dining table.

When Vanessa tried to follow her, Adam reached out of his bunk with his now fully functional arm and grabbed her leg. “Panty inspection required.”

“I said some fool done stole my panties.”

“Then no breakfast for you.”

Vanessa looked to her friend for assistance. “Girl, you aren’t going to desert me, are you?”

“Sorry, Nessi, but I’m starving.”

“Some friend you are.” Vanessa eventually resorted to wearing a pair of Adam’s boxer shorts so she could join them at breakfast.

It wasn’t exactly the kind of Christmas morning Owen was accustomed to, but everyone was smiling and happy. That’s all that really mattered to him.

Chapter Thirteen

It was a few hours before the snow plow and a tow truck made it up the mountain pass to clear the road and pull Lindsey’s car out of a snow drift. She’d had one hell of a crazy night with the boys in the band, but was surprised by how normal they were as they had breakfast and joked around with each other and played a game of hide Vanessa’s panties. Owen especially like to get Vanessa riled up. Lindsey was pretty sure Vanessa was overstating her exasperation with the five of them, but it was difficult to tell with Vanessa.

Lindsey almost didn’t want to say good-bye to them when her car was deemed drivable and was ready to make the journey back home.

“Later, guys,” Vanessa said. “Thanks for the multiple orgasms!”

The tow truck driver literally fell on his ass at this proclamation. He somehow managed to scrape himself off the pavement and climb into the cab of his truck.

Lindsey wasn’t quite so bawdy in her farewell, though she was equally thankful for the multiple orgasms. She smiled and waved at them, knowing she’d never see any of them in person again, wondering why that made her a little sad. What they’d shared had just been sex—a hell of a lot of mind-blowingly awesome sex—but it hadn’t meant anything.

Lindsey climbed in the car and watched the tour bus pull away, heading in the opposite direction from her boring hometown.

“That was fun,” Vanessa said as Lindsey maneuvered her car cautiously down the steep grade.

“Yeah,” Lindsey agreed. “Great guys.”

“I can’t remember ever having a better Christmas.”

Lindsey chuckled. “That was very memorable.”

Vanessa examined her fingernails. “You know, if you turned around right now and followed them, I bet we could have a very happy New Year as well.”

“Vanessa! Damn girl, you and your horny vagina are gonna get us both killed.” She said that, but it didn’t stop her from contemplating a highly illegal U-turn.

“I’m about to jack this car and take off after them.”

Vanessa pursed her lips together to try to stifle a laugh. She lasted almost three seconds before she bust a gut. Lindsey couldn’t help but get caught up in the hilarity of their situation.

When the two of them stopped laughing, they exchanged a look of longing, but ultimately continued toward home.

“Merry Christmas, Lindsey,” Vanessa said.

“Merry Christmas, Nessi.”