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Jules sagged between them. “Can we go home? I feel like I haven’t slept in ages. I miss your bed, Tris. I miss being squished between my guys.”
Rand sighed. “We have a flight out to Berkeley tomorrow. Early.”
“You’re coming, right?” She peered up at him with her huge red-rimmed eyes. As if he could ever deny her a fucking thing.
“I wouldn’t miss it.”
“Both my guys at my show. Finally.”
“I’ve seen a few of your shows.” Tristan reminded her.
“But not as my guy. Not when I can tell everyone you’re my guy. Both of you are my guys.”
Tristan’s chest tightened. “You want to do that?” He met Randy’s gaze. “You’re fine with that too?”
Rand grinned. “Why would I worry about that? We’ve got the hottest fucking chick ever. Oh, and she even loves our ugly mugs.”
“Luckily both of you happen to be rather beautiful. I’m the lucky girl.” She grinned up at Tristan. “No more shadows. You two are the only people who matter to me.”
No more fucking shadows. He was ju
st fine with that. “Then let’s go the fuck home. Our house has been too fucking quiet. I almost got a goddamn cat, for fuck’s sake.”
“A kitty?” Juliet melted. “We can still get one.”
“What? So I take care of it while you guys are on the road?”
She shrugged. “This way you have a pussy at home all the time.”
Tristan snorted. “Nice, Jules.”
She grinned. “Win-win.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jules jumped up and down on the sidelines. There were a lot of fucking people out there. Way more than she’d been prepared for. Like by miles. The freaking Greek Theatre. How on Earth was this her life?
West vibrated next to her. “Dude. Seriously, there’s like a million people out there.”
She elbowed him. “Not a million.” That number was enough to make her heart to blow out of her damn chest.
“We sold out. Well, Oblivion sold out and we get to be part of it.” Elle twisted her fingers together. Her guitar hung along her back, the pink strap bisecting her Jimmy Page T-shirt. Her eyes were a little glassy.
Jules was pretty sure her eyes looked the same. Approximately the size of saucers at the thought of getting onto the stage and facing so many people who came to see her sister’s band. She bent at the waist and blew out a breath. Maybe a few of them actually came to see her band too. “Okay. We can do this.”
West slapped her on the back. “We can totally do this. In fact…” He disappeared behind the curtain on the side stage.
“Where the hell are you going? We go on in like five seconds.”
“Just need this.” He rolled a huge ball out. “You gotta do something for me.”
“What the hell is that?”
“Calm your tits. It’s gonna be fine.”
“West Reynolds.” Lila Crandall’s clipped voice came from the stairs behind them.
West dove into the small opening at the side of the human beach ball. It was clear and the size of a small planet. He quickly bounded to his feet. “Okay. Like now, you gotta help me.”
