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“Tell us all about last night. And why you chose some hot piece of ass over us,” he teased.

I shook my head. “He’s not just a…I mean…I don’t… ah?—”

“Man, you’re so fucked out you can’t speak,” Brodie chuckled. “Faise, Ronin, get Nate some coffee, stat!”

Both guys gave Brodie the middle finger. Then they walked over to join us.

“And what about you?” I asked Brodie, desperately wanting to change the subject. “Or did Van make you work all night?”

Brodie choked on his coffee, spewing it everywhere.

“And on that note, me and Ro have to get going. We’ve got a plane to catch,” Faise announced.

I hugged both guys and said goodbye and they headed off, Regan and two other security people in tow.

“I’m going back to the bus,” Holloway added. “I need to sleep off this hangover. Nate, always a pleasure. I can’t wait to hear that first album.”

“Thanks. You guys were great to work with. And even better to hang out with.”

Holloway gave me a hug and left the stage, Lennie following him.

Brodie finished his coffee and threw it in the nearby bin. “I gotta go, too. But thanks for an awesome time. And you better invite us to your album launch party.”

“Of course,” I smiled at him, and he reached over for a quick hug.

“And last night—” he started.

“Dee,” Ace yelled out, waving him over.

“Next time you’re in Nashville, we’ll talk,” I replied with a nod.

Brodie smiled and then turned, heading down the hallway to the back stairs, Dawson following.

I thought about waiting for Tommy to come back, but I didn’t want to make things awkward. Besides, I had to get to my place and sit down with my boys. To review that recording contract and figure out the next steps.

Everything was about to change. I knew it as surely as I knew this city. And the fact that home wouldn’t be NOLA anymore, but a tour bus, and a move to Nashville, made my nerves kick up.

So, instead of hanging around, I left the venue.

I needed a long walk to clear my head. It took me almost two hours to get home, and I was exhausted by the time I reached my condo. But that was okay. My mind was clearer, even if my gut was still clenched tight. Something about last night hit different. It wasn’t just the sex, even though it was amazing. It was Tommy—or, how I felt when I was with him. Like, we’d known each other for years instead of days.

I wished I had more time with him. To kiss those dimples again—the ones on his face,andhis ass. And not just that. It was sharing breakfast with him, the easy way we talked and teased, bickering with him over the bill, the way he kissed me to shut me up. It was all so natural and, yet, electrifying. I had that same feeling when I took to the stage: nerves and the spark of excitement, like I was ready to fly.

When I stepped into my place and stood in front of the hall mirror, I shook my head at my reflection.

Fucking hell. I still had Tommy’s jacket on.

What was even more surprising? I didn’t want to take the damn thing off.

CHAPTER 6

TOMMY

It took us four hours to finish packing and loading the last three trucks.

It probably would have taken less time, but I was lost in my head. Replaying the night. And this morning.

I tripped over cables, screwed up the log sheet, and nearly dropped a ten-thousand-dollar instrument on Ace’s foot. My boss looked at me with concern and no wonder. And when he asked a question, and I blanked, it was time out for me.

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