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Lane leans back, resting his ankle on his other leg. “I don’t know brother; she seems pretty cool.”
“I agree,” Remi says.
“Tonight was fun, but I think we need to see how tomorrow goes before we decide to accept her completely,” Everett suggests.
I nod listening to them all. They are all right. We did have fun tonight, a lot more than I expected. She was laid back and interesting. But, Everett is right. We need to see how she deals with everything that will happen tomorrow before we accept her fully.
“Agreed. Tonight proved she’s cool. Let’s see where it goes.”
We spent the afternoon doing sound checks at the stadium. It’s a huge venue and it’s sold out. It will be the biggest crowd to date, and my adrenaline is coursing through me as we get ready. I pull my favorite dark jeans out of the suitcase and pair them with a black shirt. I put some gel in my hair, allowing it to stay wild.
“Hey,” Lane says, stepping into the only bedroom.
I turn to look at him. “Hey, you good?”
He sits on the bed and sighs. “Yeah, I was just thinking about Ma being home alone.”
I sit next to him and squeeze his shoulder. “She’s not alone. I texted her just before I took a shower. She said that a couple of her friends were coming over to play some cards.”
He lifts his head and searches my face to see if I’m being honest. When he realizes I am, his carefree smile slips onto his face. “Oh well, shit. Look at her having a night of fun.”
“Yeah, she is,” I say, laughing. “She’s good, little brother. I promise you I’ve made sure of it.”
He nods as he stands up. “Thanks, Kegan.”
I shrug as I grab my boots. “Don’t need to thank me, but you can promise to get on that stage and fucking kill it.”
“That’s a promise I can fucking keep,” he says, walking out the door.
I get my boots on and a knock on the door has me groaning. They all need advice before we get on stage. “What?”
“Can I open the door?” Lorelei asks.
“Oh shit, yeah,” I say, surprised it’s her.
She pushes open the door and it’s a good fucking thing I’m sitting because I think this chick might have brought me to my knees. She’s got on red fuck me heels, a tight black leather skirt that hits right above her knees, and a white sleeveless shirt showing way too much cleavage. Her lips are as red as her heels, her makeup is dark and sexy as hell making her blue eyes pop, and her hair is a mess of curls. Fuck. Me.
“I just wanted to make sure you were almost ready. We need to head out in ten minutes,” she says.
I clear my throat as I stand up. “Yeah, I’m ready.” I walk toward her and stop right in front of her. She sucks in a breath and I grin. “You look fucking amazing,” I whisper, walking past her.
I move toward the edge of the stage and the crowd goes crazy. My body is running on pure adrenaline as I grin. The bright lights are beating down on me, making me sweat even more. I wipe my face with the shirt I took off, looking around and know I wouldn’t change a damn thing.
“We have one more song,” I yell.
The crowd goes wild, just like they have all night. It’s been incredible. The volume of yelling, cheering, and singing is deafening. Watching them sing along to our lyrics still has my heart pounding. It’s a feeling that’s hard to describe other than saying it’s humbling.
The guys have killed it, like I knew they would. I would be nothing without them and this is just further proof. The crowd loves them as much as me and I’m thankful for it. They deserve the attention.
My shirt has been off for the last half hour and it hangs from the waist of my jeans. I’m sweating from the lights and moving around the entire stage. It’s the best kind of workout, next to sex.
I put the microphone back into the stand and tap my thigh to the beat of Loyalty.
“I know you know this one,” I say, laughing. “Sing it with me.”
They do not disappoint. They belt out every single word with me. It causes me to laugh a few times and they go wild when I do. The feeling of being center stage will never get old.
When the song ends, they erupt screaming. I look back at the guys and they are all smiling.
