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Thornton cocked his head. “What do you care about?”
“Getting laid.” Creed headed to the fridge to grab a soda.
“How’s that going for you?” The documentarian arched an eyebrow.
I coughed my laugh.
Freddie, who’d been busy scrolling on his phone, snickered.
I elbowed him in the ribs.
He just kept grinning.
Creed waved his hand in disgust and moved up to the front of the bus so he could keep Vera company.
Reese rolled out of her bunk. “Did I hear we’re almost here?” She yawned. “I can’t believe how long I slept.” She slapped my shoulder. “I’ll never sleep tonight.”
“You will.” My phone buzzed with an incoming text, but I ignored it. “We’ve got rehearsal this evening and our performance tomorrow night. You’ll be exhausted by the time we’ve run through our set. And you’ll sleep tonight because you’ll want to be at your best tomorrow.”
“You promise you won’t make noise knocking boots with your boyfriend? Oh, oops, fiancé?”
“We’ve got a tent. Not that you needed to know that. And we’ll be sleeping, I promise.” In truth, we hadn’t spent a night apart since I’d returned from Greece. This mini-tour, amazing as it had been, had been hard on my heart.
“I’m going to watch the shred off.” Reese grinned. “Give me something to keep me out of trouble. Oh, and the drum-off, of course.”
“Of course.” I murmured the words. Because where else would our drummer abscond to?
“Meg’s participating this year. Which is kinda cool given she gave birth just a few months ago.” Thornton checked his phone. “They just hit the Oregon/California border.”
“Weren’t you from Oregon?” Since he was checking his phone, I felt free to check mine.
“Yep. Then I met a Canadian lad, fell in love, and married him. I’m in the process of obtaining my citizenship. Quite a rigmarole. Totally worth it, though.”
“Fair enough. I’m lucky Spencer and I are only from different neighborhoods and not different countries.”
“Yes, there is that. Axel and Hugo are much the same. Happy to have overcome their differences.”
I chuckled. “That’s an interesting story.”
“Yep.” He glanced out the front windshield.
—We’re in the air. —
I breathed a sigh of relief.
—Just get here safely, baby. That’s all I want. —
The rest would sort itself out.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Spencer
“How are you not nervous?” I tapped my foot to the rhythm of the band on stage currently.
Mama rolled her eyes. “How do you know I’m not nervous?”
“Because Iknowyou.” And I did. The past year I’d spent a fair amount of time in the woman’s company. I felt like she was more of a mother to me than my own. Certainly she filled that role in Malik’s life.
