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“Now, Jules.”
She leaned in. “Yes?” Her nails grazed his sac as she tightened her grip ever so slightly. The sly smile that spread across her face had him dropping the plate. “That’s what I thought.”
“I was just looking for a kiss.”
She picked up her fork. “Sure you were.”
Randy snorted. “You know better, Tris.”
“Don’t mess with Jules and her post-coital food.”
“Damn right.” Juliet forked up a bite and moaned around the first taste. “But wow, can you cook.”
Tristan pulled out his chair and sat down. “Handy, that chef thing.”
“I’ll keep you for another day.”
Tris grinned down at his plate. Stupid how such a flippant comment was now capable of making his chest tighten. “Glad to hear it.”
“So what are the chances you can get to my show on Christmas Eve?”
“Me?” Tristan asked.
She pointed her thumb at Randy. “Well, this guy will already be there.”
Randy picked at his crust full of mushrooms. “Pretty sure she wants lights on for the show.”
“It’s a really big concert. Lila managed to get us this gig and it’s probably one of the biggest ones we’ve done.” She nibbled on the corner of her crust. “It would mean a lot if I could have both my guys there.”
Tristan’s chest tightened. “Where?”
“Greek Theater at U.C. Berkeley.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Holy shit, Jules.”
She blushed. “I know. We’re replacing another band. The lead singer had to go rehab–”
“For sex addiction,” Rand put in.
“Huh. Why would you want to recover from liking too much sex?” Tris held up his hands. “I know, bad joke. It’s a serious problem.”
“Yeah, it sucks for Luc and The Grunge, but it’s incredible for us. We tripped into the opportunity, and I really want you there.” She reached for Randy’s hand. “Both of you.”
Tristan leaned across the table and captured her mouth. “I wouldn’t miss it.”
Even if he had to offer up an entire wardrobe of monogrammed chef jackets to Kendra to get her to cover for him, he would do it. Whatever it took.
Keeping that look on Juliet’s face was worth whatever price he needed to pay.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Juliet was sprawled on Randy’s lap, and his old acoustic was tucked on hers. Together, they were working their way through “Sweet Home Alabama.” She was singing in her sexy, voice, low and soft so they didn’t wake Tristan.
Randy nudged her fingers aside and strummed a few notes, pretending to be affronted when she elbowed him back and took over again. The sight of Juliet wearing one of Tris’s unbuttoned wine red chef’s coats—and only a chef’s coat—with her long hair all wild and her eyes sleepy and satisfied would stay with him forever. He wished he could keep right on holding her, and at the same time, take a million pictures to record the moment for posterity.
For after this is over.
Nope. Not going there. After last night, along with the revelations he’d come to over the holiday weekend, he wasn’t going to dwell on anything negative.
