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“That would be the opposite of discreet. You just happened to get lucky to have a date with a girl whose family owns a pie place.”

“I got pretty lucky.” His hip checks mine. “So, what did you think about the show?”

“After I got over the initial shock of, well, everything. It was far from what I was expecting.”

“What kind of guy was this… Jeff?”

“Well, he clearly wasn’t in a band. He worked in finance.”

“Yeah, that’s not me. I’m not great at math,” he jokes.

“You’re not going to hold it against me for kind of tricking you into coming to the show as a first date, but I would think it was worth it. How about you? Memorable, right?”

I laughed, “I think,” I replied as he took my hand in his and squeezed, “that I’m still in shock. But in the best possible way.”

Asher chuckles, pulling me close to him in a gentle embrace. “Well, get used to it,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. “Because this is just the beginning.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Asher

“We have eight weeks. In that time, I expect you guys to be focused on the next leg of the tour. I want each of you to stay out of trouble and keep me abreast of your whereabouts, so I know that you’re still alive and not committing any crimes. Is that clear?” Paddy stares down each of us in the corner booth of the diner that we’ve selected to eat breakfast at in Fairhaven after we debriefed from our show last night.

“Crystal Clear,” I say.

“I have a feeling that lover boy over here won’t be leaving this area.” Mike jokes, bumping his shoulder with mine as I grin widely.

“Just make sure you wrap it up. We don’t need any unexpected drama to come with us on the next leg. Tabloids would have a field day with something like that, and you guys are on a high so far from how positive this year has been with the new album release.”

“I just want to remind you all that I’m pretty good at remaining private,” I tell them as a barrage of projectiles from the table are thrown in my direction.

“Be that as it may, any slip-ups and I need to know about them. That goes for you two as well. I adore Tammy and Bianca, but remind them of the rules over the next eight weeks.”

“Sir, yes sir,” Tate and Davey salute playfully.

“Very well, breakfast is on me. Do you need anything else from me before I head home to my husband and dog?” Paddy asks as we all shake our heads.

My agent will take care of getting my car to me. Empire Bay is a good twenty minutes from Fairhaven, and it’s been a while since I’ve been home. But I want to see Jordyn first.

Last night was epic. Sure, I’ve had chicks be backstage with me before, but last night was different. She seems different from most girls. And even though it was almost as if I tricked her by not telling her who I was, it was worth it.

Thank you, Jeff! Whoever you are.

I pull up her contact and head to my messages, then I think against it and decide to call her instead.

“Hello?” she answers, with confusion lacing her greeting.

“Hey. Morning.” I say nervously.

“Oh hi! Sorry, I still have you in my phone as Jeff.”

“Is it bad that a part of me wants you to keep me in your phone as Jeff? You know, as a reminder of how funny it is that we met?” I ask.

“I’m changing it. His loss.”

“Exactly. So, what are you doing today?”

“I have to be at Pie Squared for a few hours to get some paperwork out of the way, but I’m free later.”

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