“If she doesn’t know our music, what makes you think she’s a good fit for our band?” “You can teach her.” Rich’s nostrils flared. Loren rolled his eyes. “Not interested.” “They don’t have to teach me,” Braxton announced. She’d found her damn tongue. A moment later, we all learned a valuable lesson. It was sharper than razor blades. “I know the material.” Her gaze found Loren’s, and I was sure he had stopped breathing. He sat so very still. “Probably better than you since I caught your last performance. You missed three notes and were behind your drummer half the show.”
