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bullshit.”

My stomach knots a million times over. “What do you mean? What’s

bullshit?”

“All of it,” he fires back. “You spent the night at her place last night

and the one before. I checked.”

“Yeah, so what? I’m staying with her for a while,” I admit.

His arms curl tighter over his chest. “No, I mean, you were with her

last night. We saw Ryan open the garage, and you both came out. It

was a bit obvious what happened, Percy. We’re not stupid.”

I wave him off, not really wanting to talk about the sexual escapades

of me and Leah Reese.

“I don’t think that’s very—”

“Tell us the truth,” Julius says abruptly. “What happens after the

wedding?”

I’m uncomfortable now, and I can’t pinpoint why. Part of me is a

little shocked he’s taking this personally, like I’m sleeping with his

sister or something, but really, it’s just about finding support in a

woman I like spending time with. She’s a wonderful person with a

personality different from anything I’ve ever seen in Rally.

But this is an obligation, not some plea for love.

“We just go back to normal,” I reply. “The band can finally put on the

tour we’ve always wanted. Play in Little Rock and then travel to the

East coast. I’m not nailing stakes in the ground at Leah’s place, guys.

I’m just looking for a woman who gets what I’m going through.

That’s all.”

Storm pats my shoulder, and Reggie nods, offering me a smile as

though he agrees it’s not a big deal. Julius still seems upset, and I

can’t determine why, but he doesn’t bring it up again. We have to

head back to the stage to finish our practice set. Then maybe they can

give me a ride to Leah’s place, and we can call this day an easy

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