Page 126 of Rebel

“Uh, maybe not help like that.” Reg chuckles.

Laughing, I straighten and wag my finger at Trav. “Behave,” I warn.

“Baby, you just kissed me. Of course I’m going to get hard. The only way I wouldn’t be is if you were in a different room, and even then, all it would take is thinking about you. It’s official. I’m obsessed.”

“You two are so cute,” Reg remarks. “I wondered if you were together after seeing you on the red carpet.” We both spare him a look, and he grins. “What? You guys support my business, so you can bet I support you as well. You look good together. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. Your business is your business.”

“Thank you,” I tell him honestly. “Most people would sell the story.”

“Meh, I don’t need money. Besides, friendship is more important, that and my girl would kill me. She’s rooting for all of you. She also has this bizarre idea that Reign Harrow is dating her bodyguards. The woman reads too many books.”

I cough as I turn away, covering my grin. His girl is smart, and whatever books she’s been reading, I want in.

By the time the tattoo is done, Reg and I are pretty much besties and I have his girl’s number.

I take a picture of us once Trav’s pants are on and send it to her.

Beck: Reg says hi.

I get a response immediately.

Reg’s Girl: OH MY GOD!

Reg’s Girl: OH MY FUCKING GOD!

Reg’s Girl: HI!

Reg’s Girl: HI!

Reg’s Girl: HI!

Reg’s Girl: OMG!

Reg’s Girl: WAIT RIGHT THERE, DO NOT MOVE, I’M COMING!

Reg’s Girl: WAIT, THAT SOUNDED STALKERISH. I WON’T, BUT HI, OMG!

Laughing, I text her back and put my phone away as Chase hands over a wad of cash. “Thanks, my man.”

“Anything for you, brother. I haven’t seen you at a meeting in a while,” Reg says, and I blink.

Oh, is that how Chase knows him? My heart melts over their unlikely friendship.

“I haven’t needed one for a while,” he admits, smiling at me.

“Good.” Reg claps him on the back. “Never forget we are behind you. Now go kill that tour.”

“Oh, we will.”

FIFTY-SEVEN

“Seriously, what the fuck do you pack for a worldwide tour? How many panties, bras, and socks? Do I need books? What about pajamas?” I stare at my bed where everything is spread out.

Kolton laughs as he plays with one of my shirts. “You came here with one bag,” he reminds me.

“Yes, and now look.” I gesture at the full bed. “You fuckers did this, and now I can’t seem to pack fucking light. What if I need the sparkly dress or options? I hate you all so fucking much.”

“You’re so cute.” He grins.

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