Page 41 of Reverb

He could have gotten rid of me. Instead, he’d found a way to keep me on the tour.

So he’d liked me a little bit.

Maybe he still did.

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On my way to my car, I screwed up my courage and texted Stone.

I’d thought about how to text him more than I wanted to admit, wondering exactly what tone to take. I decided to go with our usual mode of mutual insults.

Sienna

I don’t want to interrupt your busy schedule of self-important rock star navel gazing, but I have a question.

His reply was immediate.

Stone

Are you sexting me, Maplethorpe?

I smiled at my phone, then bit my lips to make myself stop.

Sienna:

I do not sext.

Also, I did not know you knew the word sext.

Stone

I am aware of words, Maplethorpe. I just don’t use them as much as you do. What do you want?

I got into my car and sat in the driver’s seat, still texting.

Sienna

Who knows about our roommate situation on the tour?

A brief pause.

Stone

Confession time. Neal saw you leaving my room in Detroit. But he kept his mouth shut, because I threatened to punch his head in if he didn’t.

Oh, God. Neal knew? That explained the look Raine had given me. He’d told her.

Sienna

Who else?

Stone

Denver figured it out.

Sienna

What? How?

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