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Zav’s smile was all devil. “Yes, I do.”
David handed her a mug of deep, rich coffee and she inhaled. “God, I feel like I’m in one of those old coffee ads.” She sank onto one of the couches. “Best part of waking up.”
“I’m honored to jog a jingle memory.” Adrian grinned.
The banter died immediately, like the guys didn’t know what to say. Something big hung over all their heads.Fuck.
Mish sipped her coffee and peered at the men around her. “Okay, so what happened?”
David looked all kinds of unhappy, and even the normally unflappable Zavier squirmed. Adrian turned his phone on, tapped at the screen, then handed it over.
She set the mug aside and took the phone. An email. She skimmed the contents and cringed. Yup. Her stalker. More orders she didn’t read as she scrolled. At the bottom was a photo of her and David, from after he’d finished singing, when they’d kissed. She handed the phone back to Adrian and wished she could unsee the email.
Her next swallow of coffee was larger. “Well, we expected photos to be out on social media. I’m not surprised he emailed.” Revolted, but not shocked. “I didn’t read the message, though. Guessing it’s the usual?”
David nodded. “I am not nearly man enough for you as well.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she muttered, and downed another gulp of coffee.
“Thing is, he doesn’t know I’m trans, so that was normal masculine bullshit. Comments would have been worse if he knew.” David refilled his mug, then sat next to her. “You okay?”
“Like I said, I figured this would happen. I have no regrets.” Mish patted David’s thigh. “Except that we’re on a bus and I couldn’t take you to my room last night.” She cupped a hand around his neck and pulled him into a lingering kiss.
When they came up for air, David chuckled. Adrian was smiling, and Zav’s grin was more smug than usual. She mock glared at him. “What?”
“Nothing.” Zavier drank his coffee. “Just wondering if you took my advice.”
Ohgod, that man.
“Advice?” Of course David asked.
“Zav said to become friends first. I think we managed that.”
“Friends before love?”
“Friends before anything serious,” Zavier said. “You’ll have to ask someone else about love.”
“You really did get married for tax purposes?”
That made Zavier laugh, and pretty loudly, too. “Well, and wanting Ray and his friendship for the rest of my life, yes.”
David, nodded. “I understand that.”
A moan rose from Dom’s bunk. “Jesus, some of us need our beauty sleep.”
Adrian sauntered over to the berth and opened the curtain a sliver. “Eh, you’re cute as you are. There’s coffee if you want to get up.”
“Fine,” Dom said.
Thiswas what she needed. Her lover. Her band. The banter of family. Mish shoved that email away. They had a show tonight—that was the important thing. The tour and her family.
“Speaking of beauty rest, where is our fearless leader?” Everyone was up but Ray.
Zavier twisted his mouth. It didn’t hide his worried expression. “When I prodded him this morning, he groaned and buried his head under the pillow. I hope he’s just tired from our night of fun.”
God. Mish prayed that was the case as well. But Ray had taunted the gods of touring earlier. She matched Zavier’s expression.
“What?” David’s question was spoken softly.
