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Silas pursed his lips. “Noticed they’ve put the charge up for it too.”

I frowned sideways at him. “Since when?”

“At least the start of the tour. Costs three hundred pounds now.”

My eyebrows raised. “Holy shit. Who gave the okay for that?”

Silas gave me a pointed look. “Who do you think?”

Fucking Kevin. The one thing we’d fought for was to keep us accessible as a band. With all four of us coming from the backgrounds we had, we wanted our music and tours to be obtainable. Three hundred quid for a meet and greet would alienate the majority of our audience.

We stepped out into the balmy night air. We’d seen many cities on our tours, but Paris was definitely my favourite. The last time we’d come here, Silas and I had hired bicycles and ridden around the city streets. Laughter wasn’t something I gave into often, but that day, I’d let it rumble from me until my sides hurt.

“You want to go grab some food?” We’d had dinner before the show, but after the performance we’d put on, I knew we could both eat.

“Can’t do.” He winked at me. “Got a hot date waiting for me.”

I rolled my eyes, trying to combat the sinking feeling in my stomach. “Date? More like a fuck-and-run.”

“Hey,” Silas said in mock outrage. “I’m offended.”

I shoved him in the shoulder. “No, you’re not. You wouldn’t know a date if it punched you on the nose and called you Judy.”

“You’re one to talk. When was the last time you went on a date?”

Well…he had me there. It was hard to date when my heart already belonged to someone else. “You’re right, it’s been a while. Maybe I’ll set one up.”

Silas tripped over nothing, his eyes widening briefly before his face cleared. “Really…you, uh, think you might want to meet someone?”

Hope flared at his reaction, but I quickly pinched it out. He was always like this when I talked about seeing someone. But it wasn’t because he wanted me in that way. It was because he didn’t want anyone replacing him in my life as my best friend.

We were codependent in the unhealthiest of ways.

Perhaps it was time to change that. “Yeah. I mean, I’m thirty-five. It’s time I started thinking about settling down.”

Silas frowned, opening his mouth to say something. Before he could, there was a high-pitched giggle as the woman from earlier appeared. She catapulted herself towards Silas, practically climbing him like a tree.

I turned away, nodding at Dylan to indicate I was ready to go.

Silas didn’t call after me. His tongue no doubt too busy down the pretty girl’s throat.

That was fine. It was how it always went.

I got into the car, staring unseeing at the city sights that sped by.

I meant what I’d said earlier. I was thirty-five now…and I’d been in love with Silas for over twenty of those years.

Did I really want to spend the next thirty-five mooning over him?

I pulled out my phone, flicking through various jobs my agent had sent me. With the tour ending, we had a solid few months of downtime in our schedule. Normally, I wouldn’t even bother looking at these offers, knowing I’d spend those months chilling with Silas.

But if I wanted to move on with my life, I needed to actuallydosomething.

Starting with putting some distance between us.

Chapter eight

Silas

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