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I forced my eyes away from him.
"Do you have something to confess, Anders?" Strike asked.
Everyone laughed.
"I will, if you will," Anders said.
"I bet he would," Roman whispered. "He might even throw in a piece of his soul, just for a good story. A big piece."
"Worst deal ever," I whispered back. I tried to keep my back straight so no one would see we were talking to each other. Most journalists weren't too bad and I didn't blame them for doing their jobs, but sometimes it got frustrating when they tried to get around topics we'd already agreed upon. Most didn't try too hard though, since they wouldn't get another opportunity if they did.
Roman chuckled. "Definitely wouldn't get your money's worth."
"I have nothing to confess," Strike declared. He hesitated and frowned. "Wait, yes I do. I confess that I am freaking awesome. In fact, I confess that the whole band is freaking awesome. And all our support staff. In fact, we're so awesome it should probably be illegal."
"You're an idiot," Cord told him. "You're not wrong, but you are an idiot."
Strike stuck up two middle fingers at him and never stopped grinning.
"Jett Grady," Anders started. Apparently he wasn't sure if he should use Mr or not. "Tell the truth, do you all get along as well as you seem to?"
Jett looked over to where Strike and Cord were sneering at each other. "Yeah, this is about normal. They razz the crap out of each other but we all get along pretty well, most of the time."
"Most of the time?" Anders echoed. "When do you not get along?"
It was Cord who answered, "When Strike is being in idiot."
"How often is that?" Anders asked.
"Never," Strike said. "Cord is just jealous of my good looks." He fluffed the back of his hair, which he'd left out for a change.
Cord snorted. "Dream on, dude."
"Axel." Anders turned to him. Either he'd given up on using Mr or he sensed it wasn't necessary with the bass player.
"Anders," Axel said politely. He was sitting back in his chair with his legs crossed so one ankle rested just above his knee, and his hands were laced behind his head.
"You're the bachelor of the group, I understand?"
Axel glanced at me and sucked the inside of his lip for a moment. "You could say that," he said lightly. He seemed very uneasy at the question. At least as uneasy as I was.
"How does it feel to still be footloose and fancy free while your bandmates are coupled up?" Anders rested one hand around the side of the seat of the chair.
"I'm happy for them," Axel said carefully.
"So, there's no plan for you to use pair up with someone?" Anders asked.
"Are you offering, Anders?" Axel grinned. "Sorry, you're not my type."
"I have a question for Harper." Anders, apparently having given up Axel, looked back at her. "Are you pregnant?"
My whole body stiffened. What the hell?
She gaped at him. "I beg your pardon? Even if I was, that would be none of your business."
"I'll take that as a no." He looked at Jude. "Is Melanie pregnant?"
Jude looked over at her.
