Page 108 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

I pause. “Right. Yeah. Actually, Addison, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that. I know that you and Harvey know that Bronson and I have been?—”

“Hey, girl.” She raises her hands. “You don’t have to explain it to me. I’m all for a little mutual back-scratching now and then. I’m more on the side of looking out for my friends and I don’t want anyone’s feelings getting hurt over this.”

“Me, neither,” I say. “And to answer your question, yes. Bronson knows.”

“He does?”

“He’s all for it, in fact.”

Addison’s brow rises slowly. “He is?”

I nod. “I talked to him about it last night, after Christian asked me out. He told me to go for it.”

“Oh.” She sits back in her chair, thoughts spinning behind her eyes. “That’s good, then.”

“Bronson and I are just friends, Addison,” I say as my chest clenches. “No one’s feelings are getting hurt here.”

“I hope not,” she says. “Either way, I’m happy for you.”

“Yeah?”

“Christian was your go-to heartthrob back in the day, wasn’t he?” she says, her lips tugging into a half-smile. “How many girls actually get to say they bagged their teenage dream guy?”

“Yeah,” I say, exhaling. “It’s pretty wild, isn’t it?”

“What’s pretty wild?” Katrina asks, easily inserting herself into our conversation as she arrives and takes the empty chair on Addison’s right.

“Jordan,” Addison answers. “And Christian Myers.”

As she sits, Katrina’s eyes grow wide. “What about you and Christian Myers?”

“They’re dating.”

A little gasp. “You are?!”

“No,”I say. “One date is not dating.”

“It’s notnotdating,” Addison says.

Katrina’s enormous eyes fill their sockets. “When?” she asks.

“Tonight,” I say. “In Boston.”

She squeals. “Oh, that’s so exciting! Congratulations!”

“What’s exciting?” Harmony asks as she and Knox arrive at the table. She appears lucid, her eyes wide and awake, while Knox practically stumbles into the table, still half-asleep.

Katrina can hardly contain it. “Jordan and Christian are going out on a date! Wait, did you ask him? Or did he ask you?” she spits at me.

“He asked me,” I answer.

“What?!” Harmony gasps.

“Seriously?” Knox asks, more intrigued than surprised. “Why?”

Harmony slaps his leather jacket-covered arm.“Knox.”

“What?” he asks defensively. “What’d I say this time?”

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