Page 127 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

I arch a brow at the obvious dig at my family. “And if you were mistaken?” I ask.

“Well…” He smirks. “Two birds, one stone.”

Chrissy snorts. “You’re just full of clichés today, aren’t you?”

Logan chuckles in response.

“That recording was just uploaded to the cloud,” I say. “If you don’t do your part, Logan, then we will.”

“We’re on the same side here,” he says, his smile wide and mirthful. “Save your threats.”

A second window slides open. This time, Priscilla — the real one — pokes her head out and grins.

“Nice look, sister,” she says, looking Chrissy up and down, admiring their shared long hair and near identical outfits. “It suits you.”

Chrissy sneers.

Priscilla laughs as she sits back and starts rolling up the window. “See you in Vegas,” she says as it closes.

We step back from the curb as the car drives off.

For a moment, I stand still, frozen in place as one of the busiest cities in the world rushes by. Strangely, it’s quiet. Almost peaceful.

I breathe it in, knowing that soon... my inbox is going to explode and I’ll be right back in the shit.

But, you know what?

I kinda like it that way.

“I’m sorry about Christian,” I say to Chrissy.

“Yeah. So am I,” she replies. “But he made his choices. Been telling myself so for years.”

I hug her, ending it with a tight, friendly squeeze.

“All right,” I say. “Time to head back.”

“You wanna grab a slice first?” she asks.

My stomach growls. “Yes. I’m starving!”

“Me, too.” She rubs her belly. “Espionage makes me hungry.”

“Horny and hungry,” I joke. “Big day.”

“Big day,” she repeats.

“August must be freaking out by now.”

Chrissy waves a hand. “Our boy knows what he’s doing. And a little push into the deep end is good for him.”

“Still...” I smile as I think of my trusty to-do list. “It’s show night.”

“That it is.” Chrissy smiles, too, loving every moment of this. “One slice, and then home.”

Home.

Home to Criminal Records. To Bronson.

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