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“Hey, bro.” I fist bump Jared, one of the bouncers at Silver Moon. “How’s the crowd tonight?”
“Busy, but light compared to the last couple of weeks, man.” He whistles. “That was fucking insane.”
Fucking insane barely covers it. Since the Friday when Chris, Ainsley, and I played, there have been lines around the building. Tons of people waiting to be let in and expecting another show like the one we played.
We don’t plan to play together again until Jacob is back. That Friday was a marketing test, a sound test. A social media experiment and a family experiment too.
The public responded fast when we spread the word that the Deckers would play at Silver Moon. Our media reach filled the entire house. According to the news, we had thousands of fans outside waiting for their turn to step inside. In conclusion, the Decker name still pulls an audience.
For Tristan, it meant learning more about the venue as a place for concerts. He thinks that for at least the first two years, we’ll sell out each concert the family plays at Thrice. The decision of selling tickets in advance shut down my great idea of just trending any future surprise shows.
He refuses to improvise when it comes to concerts because we won’t always have the security detail to cover the show. As for Silver Moon, we will never hold a concert, at least not until we buy all the buildings around the Silver Moon and expand. While doing it, Tristan is working with the architect who’s starting to draw the plans for the new building. As soon as Reed decides it’s time to retire, we’re demolishing the structure and building a new bar from the ground up.
For now, we’ll help Reed when we’re available. That’s one of the reasons I’m visiting tonight. Jared was right. This time when I step inside the place, I can walk without having to push myself between bodies and avoid the limbs of crazy fans trying to cop a feel.
When I focus on the bar, searching for my butterfly, I hate the sight. There’s a new guy bartending and no sign of Thea. He’s probably one of the guys Tristan and Reed hired on Tuesday. It took longer than they expected, as Tristan wanted a guy he could trust—and with a clean record.
I continue scanning the crowd, and in a matter of seconds, I spot Reed in the far corner speaking to another man. He motions to approach him the moment he recognizes me.
“Decker, meet Larry, our new waiter,” he says, introducing me to the dark-haired man. He’s shorter than me, a good-looking guy with dark stubble covering his chiseled jaw and broad shoulders. “He started today, along with Chase.” Reed tilts his head toward the bar.
“I’m Matthew. Nice to meet you.” I shake his hand, then go back to Reed. “Where’s Thea?”
“It’s her day off.” He shrugs.
I’m glad to know that she’s finally resting after working her ass off.
Tristan has wanted to fire her since he saw how she was hit on and pawed at while she works. The fucker is an overprotective caveman. Thea is his weakness, and he can’t deny his attraction anymore. Seeing them together is fun because that alpha-shit doesn’t fly with Thea.
She almost kicked his ass without saying one word. They’re becoming close friends, and instead of worrying, it sits well inside my heart. Just like the fact that Thea isn’t working every night. That’ll brighten Tristan’s life—it makes mine easier.
“You need me tonight, Reed?” Tristan might’ve freed her, but that means she’s free for a date. I grin, wondering where I’ll take her.
“No, I wasn’t counting on you coming over. That’s what your email meant, right? I will be on-site shooting a movie?” Reed waits for me to say something, but I only deliver a shrug. “You staying for open mic night?”
“Nah, if you’re set for the night, I’m leaving.” I pat his shoulder. One of my guys is covering tonight’s event. “There’s a pretty butterfly I gotta catch. See you later.”
I walk outside through the back door, making a call as soon as the cool mist of the rainy night hits my face.
“Hey,” her melodic whisper answers after the first ring.
“Where are you?”
“Home. I’m finishing today’s chapters. Are you still working?”
I ring her doorbell. “No.” I pause until I hear the sound of the lock. “I’m outside, waiting to be let in, Butterfly.”
In only seconds, her door swings open, and she leaps into my open arms. I breathe in the sweet floral scent I’ve missed since last Sunday night. We hang on to each other until she pushes herself down. Fuck if I don’t likethatreception.
“I missed you.” I brush some of those wavy strands behind her ear and lean down, kissing her forehead. “Next time, I’m packing you and taking you with me.”
She shakes her head and captures my hand while we march toward her place. “I thought you said you weren’t coming until Friday.”
“Change of plans. I have to head to Vancouver. We’re having some issues with the shooting. I’ll stay there until late next week. I decided to make a pit stop for the night, check on you.”
I walk to her dining table and look at her laptop.
“It’s your day off, so why are you working? Maybe I should take you out to dinner or something, get you out of this building—the two of us, together.”
