Page 46 of The Twisted Beats

“This is more than that.”

“No. Actually, it’s not.” I scowl. “If we record that album, we’ll be out on tour all summer. Maybe even longer.”

“That’s the point.”

“Do you wanna be out there singing those shit songs?”

“No, but?—”

“If we make that album, we’re gonna get put in a box.We’ll build the wrong fanbase and never be able to do what we want.”

“Cash, there are steps we have to take.”

“Fuck the steps. Let’s be men and carve our own way.”

Bren sits back and gives me a pointed glare. “Are you gonna be the one to tell my dad we fucked off?”

The waitress returns with our beers. “Want to keep it open?”

“Yeah.” I tip my chin at her. “And keep ’em coming. We’re having a business meeting and will be here for a while.”

“You got it, Cash.” She flashes me a seductive smile and sways off.

She’s wearing tight black jeans and a bar-issued shirt that’s knotted in the front to show off her skinny waist. Her tits are huge. I doubt they’re real, but who cares?

I follow her with my gaze. She’s smoking hot.

Bren’s irritated voice cuts into my thoughts. “What the fuck, Cash. You just started dating my sister. Don’t screw it up by doing something shitty like that.”

My cheeks burn. I adjust my dick and shift. “I wasn’t gonna act on it, but I’m still a guy with eyes.”

Bren glances at the retreating waitress. “She is fuckable.”

I laugh and fiddle with a white paper napkin on the table. “Back to the band.”

“What about it?”

“I have something I wanna run by you.” I gesture across the table. “You happen to have a pen?”

Bren hangs his arm over the back of his chair.

His eyebrows rise and one side of his mouth arches up. “Do I look like I’m carrying one?”

“Nah, guess not.” I peek back at the cute little waitress.

She’s sitting on a stool at the bar, twisting a piece of gum around her index finger while chatting with a nice-looking bartender as she watches us.

Bren and I are the only two in here, so there’s not much more they should be doing. I turn to Bren.

I hike my thumb over my shoulder. “Why don’t you go ask her for one?”

“Why me?”

“Set it up right and you’ll be getting more than a pen.”

Bren shows off his goofy, lopsided smile. “Always thinking, Cash. That’s why I like having you around.”

“Anything for my mate.” I sit back. “Go. I’ll wait here.”