Page 39 of Reverb
He wasfucked. Completely.
Of course Zavier raised an eyebrow at Mish when she returned to the front of the bus. Ray’s husband always seemed to be able to spot connections and relationships in an instant. She gave him a cocky-ass smile, and took the last of the coffee. “Should I shut the pot off, or are you gonna make more?”
Adrian looked up from the book he’d been reading. “Eh, we’re close to the venue. Turn it off. I’ll give it a cleaning.”
Dom was sprawled out next to Adrian, his nose in a book of his own. “Venue coffee sucks.” He didn’t even look up.
Adrian poked him in the side. “Yes, but I don’t want you to get complacent and replace me with some other coffee brewer.”
Dom started and looked up. “Never in a million years. You’re fucking stuck with me now.”
The smile on Adrian’s face was radiant and so personal, Mish looked away. “Could we borrow your boy toy for a bit, Dom? David wants to talk to him about work.”
“He’s not my boy toy.” Embarrassment in Dom’s words.
“Quite the other way around,” Zavier murmured. Then looked even more smug when Ray thwapped his thigh.
“God,” she said. “Can you guys stop for even a minute?”
“Pot, meet kettle,” Ray said.
Heat to her face. She didn’t think she looked different, but that make-out session with David had every bit of her body tingling, so maybe there was a neon sign the same color as donut frosting above her head blinkingGot some. Gonna get more.“Adrian? Can we borrow you?”
He set his book down on Dom’s chest and stood. “Of course. Even though you took the last of the coffee.”
Dom shifted on the couch. “Hey! Am I furniture now?”
“Now?” Adrian absently ran a hand through Dom’s hair.
Ray huffed. “Okay, I’m gonna agree with Mish here.”
Talk about smug smiles. Both Adrian and Zavier wore similar ones. Ray rolled his eyes. “Go work.” He made shooing gestures at the back of the bus.
Adrian grabbed his tablet, and they went. He still had a grin when they entered the back lounge, and yup. David’s color rose like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Mind you, she did want his hands in her—“Fuck you all, you have me doing it now.”
Adrian laughed. David looked bewildered. She handed David a mug. “They’re a bundle of innuendo up there, that’s all.”
“Exactly how is that different from any other day of the week?” David seemed to relax. “Because you all are primed for it.”
“I’ll give you that,” Adrian said.
Yeah, she had to admit that they did get into the thick of it damn often. “Yeah, all right. I don’t help, either.”
Adrian snorted. “Youencourageit, sweetheart.” He took a seat on the couch. “But we’re here to work, right?”
“Well, I’m not into ménages.” David seemed less embarrassed, though the blush remained on his neck. He sat as well.
It was Adrian’s turn to look a little uncomfortable. Maybe David washistype, though Adrian and Dom were completely committed to each other. Monogamous, too.
“What did you want to talk to us about?” Mish wanted to crawl into David’s lap again, partly because throwing Adrian off was such a treat. She sat next to David instead. Not a ménage, but Davidwasbetween them.
“When I got on the crew bus last night, I talked a little bit with Faith. I think she works with the VIP crew?”
Adrian looked sharper and he was the one to answer. “Yeah, she organizes the extras. Been with the band longer than I have, first as a roadie.” There was an edge to his voice. Yeah, he was protective of the band, too.
Before Mish could intervene, David held up his hand. “She’s good people, I know. Told me something that got me thinking of how we might find this stalker asshole.”
