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“I miss you guys.” I sighed.

“We miss you, too,” Bourbon told me proudly, pausing before he spoke again. “Is… everything okay? You sound weird?”

Opening my eyes, I stared up at the white ceiling. “I’m good,” I said to appease him. “Just… missing home. Missing you guys.”Missing normality and privacy.“I hope Molly doesn’t think she can replace me at BB’s. My job is still my job, right?”

“I’d pay Molly just to leave me the hell alone, never mind paying her to work here.”

“Watch your tongue, boss man,” Molly snapped, sounding closer to him now, and clearer to me. “Hey, baby girl,” she called out.

“Hey, Mol.”

“We really miss ya. Is that rock star giving you the good D?”

“Fuck my life,” Bourbon grumbled in disgust.

I lifted my head when I heard the door of the dressing room shut, and I saw Presley standing there, his expression blank and his arms folded over his chest as sweat dripped over his forehead.

“He’s giving me the good everything,” I assured her, my eyes trained on him.

“He’d better. You know where I am if he gets complacent.”

“He won’t, Mol. I know he won’t.”

Chapter Forty-One

The afterparty had been a wild one back at the hotel, and when most of the band decided to make their way to a nightclub in the early hours of the morning, I opted for an early night instead.

“Go with them,” I urged Presley as he stood in the middle of the hotel suite, staring down at me. “Have some fun.”

He glanced over his shoulders as Big D, Coops, and Hawk made their way to the door to leave.

“You don’t have to babysit me,” I told him through a smile. “I’m a big girl.”

“I have no desire to go to a nightclub tonight,” he said, turning back to me with a glint in his eye. “There’s nothing there to hold my interest. I’d just become a grumpy fuck in the corner, pining for you.”

I smirked. “Get a grip of yourself, will you?”

“Stop ruining all my fun.” He growled, burying his lips into my neck and enticing a laugh from me.

Rhett was sitting in a wingback chair by the main window overlooking Barcelona, his back to us but his groan of annoyance forcing Presley to pull back and tilt his head towards the door.

“Wanna get out of here?” he whispered.

Rhett made another noise, a noise that sounded like emotion rising in his throat before he cleared it away. I looked around Presley and saw Rhett sitting there with his ankle resting over his knee, his hand holding onto a bottle of Jack Daniels limply.

“You not going with the others, Rhett?” I asked.

“Nope.”

Looking back up at Presley, I scowled. “Is he okay?” I mouthed.

“Fuck knows with him.”

“What’s up, Rhett?” I asked.

“Nothing, Cherry. Now fuck off already.”

“Hey, man—” Presley started, turning to defend me, but I cut him off swiftly, pressing my hand against his chest and forcing his attention back to me.

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