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“Agreed.” Z pulled out a twenty and handed it to him.
“Woman,” Kellan said, reaching for his wallet.
“Dude,” I said finally, handing over a twenty.
“If the three of us are right,” Tommy said, “we each get our money back but Kingston donates a thousand bucks to the homeless shelter.”
I chuckled. “And if I’m right, I get all the money and the three of you donate a thousand bucks each to the shelter.”
“Deal.”
We donated to local shelters regularly, so this wasn’t about the money.
“Sasha’s calling,” I said as my phone buzzed. “Let me put her on speaker—hey, Sasha!”
“Hi. Are you done for the day? How did it go?” she asked.
“Well, it was a dumpster fire followed by a shit show in the beginning,” I said, “but the end was epic.”
“Devyn Cates,” she said knowingly.
“Fuck yeah,” Z rumbled. “We jammed and it clicked.”
“Oh.” Sasha sucked in a breath. “That’s exciting… right?”
“It is,” I said. “We want him to come back.”
“Him?” She paused. “Isn’t she a woman?”
“That’s the million-dollar question,” I said, laughing. “Very androgynous.”
“Well, her legal name is Devyn Caitlyn Monahan, so I’m going with female.”
“Ah, shit.” I groaned. “I just lost a bet.”
She laughed. “Sorry.”
“What if she’s a trans guy, though?” Tommy countered. “Like, transitioning from female to male?”
I didn’t care one way or the other. What people did was none of my business as long as they weren’t hurting anyone else, but something about him—her! She was a woman, dammit—was so captivating, I would have considered hooking up with a man again just for a taste.
Oh, what the hell was wrong with me?
I couldn’t lust after our new bass player.
Man or woman, that was nothing but a disaster waiting to happen.
I realized the conversation had been going on around me. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I said, what do you want me to do next?” Sasha asked.
“Get her a set list,” I replied immediately. “I’ll text it to you and you can forward it. We told her we’d narrowed it down to two and wanted them both to come back, but that was a lie. No one else came close. But we need to play more than one song together to get a feel for what’s next.”
“We’re going to have to pull the trigger on the European tour soon,” Sasha said. “The first gig is tentatively set for New Year’s Even in London. There are a lot of details to iron out in a very short time.”
“What are the chances we can get Nobody’s Fool on board?” I asked thoughtfully. “We need backup in case something goes wrong, and Tyler knows our set.” Tyler Thompson was the bass player for a band called Nobody’s Fool, who’d opened for us for nearly a year. We’d become good friends, and Sasha managed them as well.
“I can talk to them,” she replied.
