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“But he lives with you.”

“So? He’s a straight shooter. You don’t have to worry that he’ll string us along. Once he’s done with us, that’ll be that.”

“Us,” she repeated.

She didn’t have to say the rest. Without Tris, is there an us?

“We’ll talk to him tonight. Just hearing his voice will help.”

Randy didn’t question what he’d said. If it sounded weird that he was talking that way about another guy, he was going with it. This situation wasn’t normal in any shape or fashion.

She nodded. “Okay. Yes. We’ll talk. Then we’ll know what the parameters are.”

“Exactly, and if—”

The bus door smacked open and heels sounded on the stairs. “Look lively, people.” A feminine voice called out. “Anyone who’s not dressed, find a sheet or something.”

Lila.

Juliet’s eyes widened and she shoved Randy toward the back of the bunk. While she hadn’t said exactly what had transpired between her and Lila after her fall onstage the other day, he was fairly certain it hadn’t been good.

Juliet had been adamant about keeping things secret between the three of them for a reason. Though she’d lightened up a bit recently, the fact remained that two was different from three.

Maybe she didn’t want to deal with questions about something that wasn’t going anywhere. But how could they be sure what might happen if they dampened every flame before they had a chance to burn?

Not that he’d get to ask her that right now, since she’d grabbed the body pillow she stashed on a shelf just above his head and pushed it at him. Somehow she managed to simultaneously pull the blanket over him and the pillow and roll out of the bunk just as Lila peeked her head into the sleeping quarters.

“Anyone alive in here?”

“Me! I am.” If Juliet had sounded any perkier, Randy’s eyebrows would’ve hit his hairline.

He’d been awake long enough before Juliet to know that half the bunks were still occupied. Elle and Ryan, the early risers, were already out and gone who knows where. When Randy had headed to the bathroom, Molly had been doing stretching exercises in the main part of the bus while she watched a show on TV.

West was unconscious, as was Mal. Neither of them had come back to the bus alone, but their date du jour had already taken off.

Michael hadn’t yet put down his phone, and half his side of the conversation appeared to be baby talk. He was clearly the only family man of the bunch.

“Glad to hear you’re awake, Juliet, since we need to talk.”

“Oh, do we?” From where Randy was stashed behind a body pillow and under a blanket, he watched Juliet brush by Lila. “Do I smell coffee?”

Someone groaned. “Shut the hell up. Fuckin’ sleepin’.”

Randy narrowed his eyes. Mal better watch who he told to shut up. Randy hadn’t gotten in a fistfight in years, but defending his girl would be worth a few bruises.

Your girl. Really?

Their girl at the very least. And hell, yes, she was.

“Since you guys have rehearsal in a few hours, I’ll let

you sleep. Jules, come with me.”

Randy was up and out of the bunk before his brain kicked in. It was only when he was standing in the aisle in his threadbare boxers that he realized, hmm, not the best battle plan.

Juliet’s huge eyes offered another clue that hey, maybe he’d fucked up.

Big time.

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