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No, stupid. You told Bex.
Wait a minute.
She shot a quick text to Van.
Della:You at the gym?
Van: Yeah. You need me for anything?
Della: Nope. Not a thing. But damn, your brother can sing.
Van: LOL. Yep.
Phone forgotten, she gazed up at the man on stage and just fell into the beauty of his a cappella voice. When he caught her watching, he stopped singing.
“Awesome, man,” the sound engineer said. “Let’s go to mic two.”
After they’d finished tweaking the sounds of monitors, amps, and microphones, someone called out “keyboard.” She waited to see whose hands would settle on top of the ivories. Remembering those instruments in his house at the resort, she found herself holding her breath.
Of course, it could’ve been Van’s house she’d cleaned.
But her gut knew with absolute certainty…it was Bex’s.
And she’d bet her savings he could play as well as sing.
Unsurprisingly, it was Bex who sat down at the keyboard. The next thing she knew, some gorgeous, complicated melody filled the air. With his perfect posture, the muscles in his back working beneath that T-shirt, and his hair shimmying and shaking with his exertions, he was completely in the zone.
Della had no words. She was inexplicably moved to tears by this insanely talented, deeply sensitive, and wildly charismatic man.
And all she could do was stand there watching him move from lead guitar to bass, and then to drums…
Is there anything he can’t do?
She supposed part of managing a band was understanding the technical aspects of performing, but his voice, his talent…
It was only as they crossed the parking lot back to the bus, as Bex called his brother and told him about a change he was making to the lyrics, that Della got it.
The band was Bex.
Van was the face of it, but the talent was all Bex.
If she didn’t talk to Micky about this, she was going to explode. But she couldn’t do that, so the minute they got on the bus, she said, “You’re the talent.”
He washed his hands at the sink. “Van and I are a team.”
“No, you write the songs, you do all the work…but you let your brother take all the glory. Why?”
Distracted, he opened the refrigerator and pulled out a few of the containers they’d bought earlier in the day from the whole foods store. “It’s how I like it.”
“You don’t like to perform?”
“No.”
There was something guarded in his tone that made her move closer to him.
He wasn’t expecting her to be right there, so when he turned to show her the choices, his bare arm brushed over hers.
The energy between them crackled and sparked.
