Page 71 of The Sounds of Her

“Don’t be a dick.” I flick his ear.

“Ow.”

“Where is she?” I don’t see any of the women.

“They left already. Jenna said something about girl time.” He waggles his brows.

That pisses me off. Not that they’re going for girl time, that she left without telling me or saying goodbye. Like she did this morning, sneaking out of the hotel without waking me up.

Not that she got a chance, given I stormed out of here. And since when does she have to ask my permission to go anywhere?

“What’s with you?”

My focus goes back to Jordan. “Nothing, why?”

He tilts his head so his chin is pointing at me, but never takes his eyes off me. He likes to think he can read people, more often than not, he hasn’t got a clue. His heart is in the right place. I don’t want to suffer through any of his bullshit right now.

“Hey assholes!” Nick calls. “We’re going for a few beers before we meet the girls.”

Oh, so we’re meeting up with them. Guess they made plans while I was freaking out. I should be grateful no one noticed, so keep my mouth shut, even if I am pissed.

Irrationally so.

“You’re all lucky fuckers,” Jordan grumbles as we head to where Nick is waiting.

“Why are we lucky?” Nick asks, hearing what he said.

“You’ve got your girls here.”

“I don’t have a girl here,” I say, after checking no one is around.

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that,” Jordan smirks.

I pull a face at him, then glance at Nick. His brows are raised. “What’s that fucking look?”

He shrugs at me but doesn’t change the introspective expression on his stupid face.

“If you haven’t done the hokey pokey already, I’m putting it out there you will before she leaves.”

I don’t need to ask what he’s referring to. “Grow up.”

“Never,” Jordan laughs.

I barge past him and Nick and head through the doors to find Stone waiting for us with one of the custom-built SUVs. Adam is inside on his phone. He looks up when I get in and slam the door behind me. He peers around, having seen Nick and Jordan before I shut them out. Fuck them.

“If you tell me you’ve put a bet on me and Brooke screwing, I’ll beat your ass worse than Jordan’s.”

Adam huffs. “Dude, I’m pretty sure Brooke eats men after she’s mated, or puts their balls in a jar. So I’d advise against it.”

I can’t help but laugh at the idea of that. And also wonder if Adam has ever seen Brooke with a guy. I’m pretty sure Adam wouldn’t let her bring random guys around the band. He’s still salty about Keira after finding out she hooked up with Zach, and he’s my fucking cousin. Adam’s known him for years.

My mind turns back to Brooke as the others join us. I can’t decide if I’m glad she left before she saw me, or I’m pissed she didn’t tell me goodbye.

I slide into the seat beside Brooke, and she startles, then turns to me as I put my arm on the back of her seat. The other guys take their chairs at the large table and servers descend to take our drink orders.

“You been waiting long?” I ask her.

“About ten minutes,” she says, eyeing me.

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