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Resigning myself to that fact, I send him a text back.
Me
I’m okay.
Are you free tonight?
For you? Always.
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FAR AWAY
BAXTER
“NON BELIEVER” BY LA ROCCA
Heading back to one of two of Revolution’s onsite studios, I adjust myself in my jeans and take a moment to appreciate the magic we’ve made with this new album. Today’s our last day in the studio with my producers to get the album recorded and mixed before it goes for mastering. Which is a huge relief, considering just a few months ago, I wasn’t sure I’d ever get the thing done.
We just took a quick break before we finish the last few songs, and then I’m meeting with Jeremy and my touring manager’s assistant Val this afternoon. Of course, I used my time wisely and snuck in a lunchtime quickie with Lennon, despite her protests.
For the past week, I’ve only had a chance to see her in her office during breaks in the studio. And though I’ve made the best of those visits, it would be really fucking awesome to fuck her somewhere other than this building and actually have a chance totalkfor a change. It’s been almost three weeks since we began this arrangement, and aside from the night I spent comforting her on the six-month anniversary of the accident, sofar it’s been allbenefits(not that I’m complaining) and not a whole lot offriends.
Which is something I plan on dealing with once all is said and done today. But first, we need to finish this album.
I pull open the recording studio door only to find Levi and Brad scrolling on their phones as Colt paces in the recording booth, his phone pressed to his ear. I have no idea who’s on the other end, but he looks pissed.
“What’s up there?” I ask Levi, tipping my chin toward Colt as I take my seat at the soundboard.
Levi looks up and shrugs. “No clue. Started ringing right after you left. He grumbled something unintelligible before heading in there and hasn’t come out yet.”
“Huh.”
We clearly spoke too soon, because a moment later, the recording booth door swings open and a pissed off Colt stalks back over to us and takes his seat.
I cock a brow. Colt’s always been a grumpy bastard, but it’s unusual seeing him this pissed off.
“You good?”
“Fuck no,” he grunts, shooting Brad a look that saysget out. Brad huffs a laugh before heading into the booth to give us some privacy. Colt hits the “talk back” button to ensure Brad can’t hear us, because we all know no matter how trustworthy people may seem, you really can’t trust anyone in this business.
Once he’s gone, Colt turns back to us. “That was Sadie.”
Levi lets out a low whistle as I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees, intrigued.
“What’d that smokeshow have to say?” Levi smirks.
I roll my eyes as Colt levels him with a look.
“That’s my sister, you idiot. Watch your fucking mouth.”
I let out a laugh, and Levi joins me, knowing exactly what he has to do to get Colt riled up.
Of the three of us, Colt is the most introverted. He’s broody and quiet, laid back to a point where it takes a lot to get a rise outof him. Unless you mention Sadie—then the protective big brother side comes out.
Which, in typical Levi fashion, he has mastered perfectly.
“Well?” I ask, still waiting for Colt to let us in on the supposed phone call from hell.
