You’re so good!
I smile. I nod my head in gratitude. And sometimes, if a lady is bold enough to ask me to, I’ll lean in and whisper something dirty in their ear.
But not tonight.
Tonight, I just want toleave.
I want to curl up in my bunk at the back of our tour bus and try not to think about how he’s probably still kissing her now.
How she’s probably still kissing him back.
“Hey, buddy,” Mac says from the driver’s seat. “You crashing here tonight?”
I nod, still in my seat. The others are already off the bus, making their way across the underground parking garage toward the elevators. The couples, hand-in-hand, arm-in-arm. Knox and Harmony. Harvey and Addison. August and Chrissy, apparently.
And Christian and Jordan. Not touching. But talking.
Smiling.
“If that’s cool with you,” I say.
“Always is,” Mac says. “Hell, I sleep better with you guarding my baby girl all night.”
I give the seat a pat. “I’ll keep a close eye on her.”
“Thanks.” He stands up, taking a stretch. “East coast. Hard to believe we’re in the home stretch already.”
I nod.
“Hey, bud,” he says, looking at me. “You good?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“You seem a bit more... Bronson lately, that’s all.”
“Just tired.”
“Well, get some rest,” he says, grinning. “Tomorrow, we get up and do the whole thing again. Best job in the world, right?”
I nod in agreement even as my chest tightens again.
“Sleep tight, big guy.”
I give him a wave and Mac steps off, the doors firmly closing behind him. Taking a minute to secure the windows and doors first before flicking off the lights, I then shuck off my jacket and kick off my shoes.
I close the curtain behind me in the bunk, blocking everything out.
In my quiet corner of the world, I close my eyes, hoping to fall asleep quickly before my thoughts kick in.
“Bronson?”
Her voice wakes me like a gentle graze on my cheek.
“Bronson, are you in here?”
I shift in the bunk, reaching out to push the curtain, but it opens before I get to it, revealing Jordan.
She smiles. “Hi.”