Andrew blew out a breath. "Ewan?"
"Yeah, man?" Ewan, who was Andrew's younger brother and the youngest member of the band at twenty-seven, walked over.
"You spent all night in Mora's room last night. What was her room number again?" Andrew asked.
I glared at the suggestion Andrew was making. Ewan looked at me. "Why?"
Jeremy put his hand on Ewan's shoulder. "I heard you two have written a new album together?"
"Yeah, so?"
Jeremy smiled. "Is she going to be needed to play on the album?"
Ewan swallowed and slowly nodded.
Jeremy nodded too. "I was just telling Andrew that I'd like to get you in the studio next week to start laying down tracks. If that's the case, I need to go negotiate an extension to Mora's contract. She was only contracted for the European tour."
Ewan's eyes told me he wasn't fully buying it. He turned to Jeremy and murmured the room number so I couldn't hear it. When he turned back around, he looked at his older brother. "I'm beat. We have an early morning, so I'm going to crash."
"See you on the plane." Andrew scruffed his brother's hair and we watched him leave. Andrew looked at me. "Don't keep her up late. She barely sleeps as it is."
I nodded as Andrew turned back to the room. Jeremy stepped towards me. "Take it easy, okay? She lost everything when she lost you."
"I swear I'll ask to talk. If she slams the door in my face, I'll leave," I promised.
Jeremy lifted a brow. "And if she lets you in?" I lifted a brow back. Jeremy smirked, shaking his head. "I guess I can't blame you for that. She's in room five forty-three; the same hotel as us."
I nodded and left. If I was meant to give Mora up, we wouldn't keep turning up in the same place. So we couldn't be married. Marshall had been my mentor for years. If he could keep his relationship with the woman he loved a secret, so could I.