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“Are they all sappy love songs?” Davey asks.

“Is one of them about pizza?” Tate jokes.

We spent the next two days in the studio. Jordyn worked back in Fairhaven during the day, then went back to my house at night. Our lives intermingled perfectly. But at the end of the week, I was about to jump on a bus again and hit up twelve cities over the next few months. And as much as I loved touring, and performing in front of large audiences, I was dreading it. I didn’twant to be away from her. And we’ve been ignoring the elephant in the room.

But tonight, we needed to talk.

I pulled dishes down from the cabinets as she walked through the hallway with takeout bags in her hands.

“Hey good-lookin’, what’s you got cookin’?” I say.

“Looks like we have some pasta, breadsticks, and salads. Is that okay?” she looks hesitant.

“More than okay. Give me some carbs with more carbs, please. Just on the other side of that counter is a hidden wine fridge. Grab something out from there, will ya?”

She feels around and finds the fridge, pulls out a bottle of white and a bottle of red, and pushes them forward.

Once we get settled, she turns to me with a smile.

“There’s something that I want to talk to you about.”

“Should I be worried?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Jordyn

My nerves are getting the best of me. I’ve spent the last several days talking with IT professionals, getting my laptop set up, and being able to do everything that I need to do for Pie Squared remotely.

Everything that I need to do as a general manager, I can do from my laptop, from anywhere. I spoke to my parents about a possible leave, and we hired another supervisor to stand in my place, just in case.

I’ve thought everything through. I’ve rehearsed what I was going to say to Asher in front of the mirror in my bathroom. But now that we’re sitting beside one another, words have escaped me and I’ve been extremely nervous.

What if he wants nothing more to do with me?

What if I was just something to pass the time with while the band had a break?

My mouth has gone dry as the aroma of the pasta sauce invades my senses.

“Is everything okay?” Asher asks with a concerned tone.

I blink. That’s right. I started talking, but then my mind went blank.

“Yes. Everything is okay. I-I-I just have something that I wanted to propose to you, that’s all.”

“Alright. What’s up?”

I shake my head and take a deep breath.

Here goes nothing.

“I don’t want you to go.”

“On tour?”

“Yeah. But I know you have to.”

“I kind of wanted to talk to you about that, too.” He says.

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