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Chapter Twenty-Five
Landry
Tour Stop: Phoenix
“Good morning, Phoenix! This is KPRX, your home for all the top hits. Today we have in studio FMK. We can’t say their full name on the radio because our producer told us we have to stop”—bleep, goes the censor—“on air.”
Everyone laughs. We’ve moved on from Texas, but the air is still dry. I’m drinking at least two liters of water a day and still feel parched.
Adam and I are trying to stay away from each other, but it’s not easy. The few times we’ve been together have only whetted our appetite for each other, but there’s no privacy on the tour bus. Davis would know the minute that Adam and I slipped off together. I’m not ready to break the news.
“So which one of you is picked first the most?”
Rudd points to his chest. “Me, of course.”
Ian shoves Rudd’s head to the side and points to Adam. “That one.”
“You, Adam Rees? You’re the F of the FMK?”
Adam waves a hand in front of his face. “Not me. I think Davis is the one whose pants all the ladies are trying to get into.”
“Not Rudd here? He’s hot. I’d be all over him if it weren’t the for the ring on my finger.”
“Those are artificial barriers,” Rudd says into the mic. “Love sees no boundaries.”
The female personality—Nicole, I think her name is—smiles. “I like your way of thinking, but my husband might not agree.”
She’s sitting so close to Adam he barely has space for his guitar. Granted, the room is small, but she doesn’t have to be rubbing her married tit against Adam’s arm.
“Speaking of husbands,” the male radio host jumps in, “we heard that you, Ian, just got married.”
“Yeah, I figured I’d better wife up my girlfriend before someone else did. Like Rudd here.” He nudges Rudd in the side.
“Berry’s smoking hot. If you had to wife someone up, definitely her. But for all the ladies out there, there are still three of us single guys. You should come and see us at the festival. We’ll be waiting.”
“Is that right? No other significant others for the rest of you?”
“I’m concentrating on the music,” Davis says.
Adam stares through the window separating us. Without taking his eyes off me, he says, “Same.”
I look away because that hurts. And I’ve no right to be hurt since I’m the one asking for his silence.
“There’s one reason to get yourself out to the Sand Festival today,” chortles Nicole with one hand curled around Adam’s biceps. “I, for one, will be angling for a front row seat.”
I hate her. I really hate her.
“So, Adam, rumor has it that you’re using your dad’s old bus from The Crows tour.”
“Yeah, but it’s been gutted and renoed so other than the shell, it doesn’t resemble the old Death to Dusk bus much.”
“I’ve seen pictures of this sweet ride,” the male host pipes up. “And we’re going to post a few of them on our Facebook page later. Your dad give you any tips for touring?”
The side of Adam’s mouth tilts upward. “Yeah, sleep when you can and never shit on the bus.”
Bleep!
“Fair enough. You’ve brought your instruments today. What’re you going to play for us?”
