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“I do. I saved all our emails.”
Just like that, her head fell against my chest again and another sob broke through. “Oh my god, you’re killing me, baby. Just killing me.”
“Never knew you were a crier.”
“I’m a crier and a laugher, and when I get pissed, I’m a yeller.”
“When I make you come too.”
“Yeah,” she giggled. “You make me yell a lot.”
I only had her for a couple more hours before she had to return home. I hated letting her go after the sweet as hell morning we had...and the hot as hell night. The only reason I did was because I knew, without a doubt, I’d have her back. Soon, when the time was right, I wasn’t ever going to let her leave me again.
Adam kicked my chair. “What’s up, man? Haven’t seen you in ages.”
I kept my head still as a woman brushed my nose with powder. “Doin’ my thing. You?”
He rolled his eyes. “Doing your thing? Is that code for spending quality time with your girlfriend?”
It was. Like I had told Wren, this downtime was precious. I sucked up every single second of her time and attention I could get. I needed it. I liked her more than any other human on the planet, and when TSC went on the road, I was gonna need this time stored up so I didn’t give in to temptation and tuck my girl in my luggage.
It’d been almost a week since the night at my club. A couple days, it’d been too cold to sit outside on Wren’s shitty bench, so my driver circled the block while my girl and I sat in the back seat and she ate her lunch. Weather wasn’t gonna keep me from her. I parked my ass in the car for her morning and evening commute too and wound up spending most nights in her bed, sneaking out at sunrise. No more Ezra incidents since the first one, though Wren seemed less and less concerned about it. So much so, she’d brought Ez to my place for dinner twice this week. He hadn’t slept there yet, but that was coming soon.
Iris’s head jerked up from her phone. “Callie has a girlfriend?”
Rodrigo plopped down in her lap even though he had fifty pounds on her. “Keep up, bestie. Callum’s dating the cute little receptionist from Good Music.”
Iris’s eyes bugged out of her head. “No fucking way! That adorable, shy little thing who told me our chorus was a pile of shit and she was absolutely right? That one?”
“Wren,” I confirmed.
The makeup person studied my face for a second, nodded once, then moved on to Adam in the chair beside me. That kid was all kinds of shiny. She’d have to use gallons of powder to make him camera ready. And he needed to be camera ready, since we were about ten minutes away from recording an appearance onThe Nighttime Show, debuting our first single from the album we’d recorded a few weeks ago.
Iris snapped her fingers. “Wait one second. The rumors have been swirling, but you know me, I ignore that shit. Were you, my Callie-Cal-Cal, in a bar fight? Because I heard that story and told Ronan it had to be patently false. My Callie doesn’t go to bars unless there are whips and chains on the walls, and he most certainly doesn’t make a spectacle.”
Rodrigo leaned his chin on his fist. “Who knew Ronan was a gossip?”
Iris grinned wide, showing the gap between her front teeth. “Ronan is all the things. He has his ear to the ground and always knows what’s going on with my people. He didn’t tell me Callum has a lady, though. Major oversight on his part.” Under her breath, but not too far under, she muttered something about Ronan being the one who’d end up tied to the bed tonight.
Roddy batted his lashes. “So, Callum, do tell. What made you come to blows in a place where your ass got recorded?”
I lifted a shoulder. “Didn’t think about cameras. Someone touched my girl, I took care of it.”
Iris fell back in her chair and fanned her face. “Wowza. I like that for Wren. Protective Callie, who knew?”
Adam raised his hand. “I did. The man nearly ripped my head off for looking at his girl.”
The glower I shot him said all I needed to say. He’d done a lot more than look at her, and he needed to forget that ever happened. The memory of his lips on hers needed to slide right out of his mind.
Iris crossed her leather-clad legs. “Where’s your head at with touring, now that you have a woman? You were my main man, Callie. Even when the other two fools—I love you guys, but you drive me bananas—can’t get their acts together, I can always count on you to be ready to perform. Are you still here with us? Are you going to be good going on the road?”
I shrugged. “Don’t know what I don’t know. I’m not gonna be happy bein’ away from her. But that’s somethin’ I’ll work on in my own time. I won’t bring that on stage.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You never bring personal stuff into the band. I’m just going to say this now and let it lie, because I know you hate being the center of everyone’s attention like you are right now. Ronan will be with me most of the time when we’re on the road. Hope will be with Roddy. If you want Wren with us, then she’s with us. If you need to fly home between shows, we’ll make it happen. I’d prefer to have adorable Wren with us since there aren’t enough girls around here, but I want you happy, Cal. I want our band to rock the shit out of our shows too. So—”
“She has a kid.”
Iris stopped speaking. Adam jerked away from the makeup artist to twist around in his seat and face me. Roddy straightened, his eyebrows up to his hairline.
