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He frowned. “You think it has something to do with the band? Like the press is bothering her? There have been some snarky comments online.”

“We’ve talked about that, and she seems fine with it.”

“Yeah, but seems fine with it isn’t the same as is fine with it.”

He had a point, but short of tying her down and torturing her, I wasn’t sure how I could get her to open up to me.

“Dude, I’ve asked her. Multiple times. Whatever it is, she’s not talking.”

He paused. “You think she spends her nights reading everything online? It’s a lot and it might be wearing on her and she doesn’t want to admit it.”

“Maybe. She shows me the ones she finds offensive, and most of them are about me. Some guy posted the other day that I look like a pussy who takes it up the ass and I should try dressing like a man for once.” I shrugged. “We read that one together and she laughed so hard I thought she was going to hurt herself.”

“Well, man the fuck up and find out what’s upsetting our girl. I don’t like seeing her this way.” He stalked off in the other direction, and despite the situation, I couldn’t help but smile.

Our girl.

She’d managed to worm her way into all four of our hearts, though in different ways. To the point where the other guys now considered her our girl. I’d thought Tommy would be the toughest one to win over since he originally hadn’t wanted the band to continue without Carter, but he loved her too. Not like I did, but there was no doubt they considered her one of us.

Which was why I had a surprise for her.

I’d sent the guys the lyrics and a recording of Devyn and I working on “Symphony of the Broken.” We were going to play it for the first time as a band as soon as she got out of the bathroom. I’d already gotten our attorney to draw up paperwork giving Devyn writing credit for this song and guaranteeing her one hundred percent of the proceeds should we release it. The guys had been hesitant at first, but when I’d explained it was one of my Christmas presents to her, as well as a show of faith that we had no plans to get rid of her when the current contract expired, they’d agreed.

It was only one song, and at the end of the day, none of us ever had to work another day in our lives if we didn’t want to. Giving her something that could potentially change her life no matter what happened with us in the future, was a small thing for the band and simultaneously huge for her.

“Guess what?” I asked when Devyn came out of the bathroom.

“What?”

“We’re going to play ‘Symphony of the Broken.’ I sent the recording we made the other night to the guys yesterday and they’re excited to play it.”

“Really?” Her eyes widened, and for the first time in several days, she looked excited about something.

“The guys already have ideas for the bridge and chorus. They’re really excited about it.”

“Did you tell them about us?” she asked knowingly.

I shrugged. “No, but they know. They can see how I look at you.”

“How do you look at me?”

“Like you’re one of the most important people in the world to me.”

Her eyes got a little misty and she lifted a hand to cup my cheek. “Thank you.”

“Babe, you sure nothing’s wrong?” I asked. “You haven’t been yourself the last few days. Did something happen? Did I do something?”

She swallowed, staring at me. “Wh-what do you mean?”

“You’ve been off the last few days. I can see it in your eyes, and if it’s me, I wish you’d tell me so I can make it right.”

“No. God, no.” She shook her head emphatically. “You’re perfect.”

I doubted that, but it was nice to hear her say it.

“You’d tell me if something was going on, right?”

“Of course. Now come on—they’re waiting for us.” She turned and headed back to the studio, leaving me no choice but to follow.

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