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How could we not with the sweetest man in our arms? As I leaned in, his eyes closed and I pressed my lips to his. When I drew back his eyes fluttered open but the smile I’d kissed was still in place.

“Your turn.” Snipe didn’t have to be told twice, and I hoped like hell this calmed his ass down.

“Feel better now?” I asked Snipe. We both still had an arm around Jason.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry about that.”

“Talking will be key. I get you two are already established and without communication I’m gonna feel like odd man out. That’ll be a death sentence. Can you both promise me you’ll talk to me and include me in everything? I can promise you both the same to the point I’ll likely make you nuts.”

I kissed Jason again. “You have my word.”

“And mine, too.” Snipe and I were both men of our words. Communication wasn’t our strong suit but it was a challenge we would strive to work past.

“I have a question before we step back inside.” I cocked a brow at Jason, wondering where he was heading. “What are your real names?”

Snipe and I laughed. “Wyatt Harper, at your service, sir,” I bowed.

Snipe tipped an imaginary hat. “Hayden Whitlock. Happy to make your acquaintance.”

“Wyatt and Hayden. Those names fit you guys. All right, the guys are gonna grill us. How much are we allowed to share?”

We groaned. “I’m sure Fizzbo thinks something is up but until we get a chance to talk to him, can we keep it amongst ourselves?”

“Now that we know you’re really in we’ll fast track that conversation.” Snipe said what I thought and as always, we were on the same page with this.

“Agreed.”

“Okay, I’ll hold the nosy queens off as long as I can. All right, my men, let’s make some music.”

His men… Yeah, he had us hooked.

The mad scrambling of bodies as we stepped inside said it all—we’d been had.

Chapter Three

Snipe

How could a single kiss soothe your soul?

I swear, all the anxiety fled my body as soon as our lips touched.

“Gentlemen, is there an issue?” Jason addressed his bandmates as we stepped inside. They were shit at hiding they’d been spying on us.

“None of my business,” Josh mumbled as he plugged in.

“I’d say I’m jealous, but two beasts at once is outside my wheelhouse.” Marley had a way with words, though not very eloquently.

“I’m with Josh on this one,” Nigel said. “Now, can we play some fucking music?”

Though the conversation was paused for now, there was no way Marley’s curiosity wouldn’t rear its nosy head again. Sikes and I had to address this with Fizzbo before the rumor mill did.We respected him too much for him to hear it from anyone but us and as far as I was concerned, we owed him that.

Sikes nudged his shoulder to mine. “Should we just get it over with? We’ll only stew until we do.”

“Good call. They’re deep into rehearsal so nothing to keep an eye on here.” Except to listen to the angelic voice blasting out Chaotic’s soon to be famous lyrics.

Sikes waited until the door closed behind us to pull up Fizzbo’s contact on his phone and call him.

“Sikes, Snipe, don’t tell me there’s an issue already?” Straight to the point with no small talk. Thank fuck for that because neither of us had enough words today for that.

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