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“We head in together. That way, they’ll start to wonder if they got bogus info.” Ram shrugs. “It won’t do much, except maybe give the two of you time to notify your families, but I like to fuck with the press as much as possible.”
“Won’t we just be putting them onto the fact that I’m with all three of you?” she asks, but her voice is light and airy.
I give her middle a squeeze.
“I think Ram is feeling left out that you haven’t been tied to him yet.” I kiss her cheek and send her the rest of the way to my brother with a smack on the ass. Her coat is so thick, I doubt she even feels it, but she lets out a little squeak, swatting at my hand.
Ram holds out an arm, and she walks right into it. “Aww, fuck, I forgot to ask. Has anyone seen my signed Ruin T-shirt? It’s band night for outfits, but wardrobe never gives me trouble when I wear it instead of whatever they’re offering.”
Tinley’s finger pops up, pointing toward the ceiling. “One moment, I’m fairly sure I stole that for my nest.” Her chin rises as she walks out of his hold and toward the bedroom.
“I don’t think I want it back anymore.” Ram pulls off his hoodie and undershirt as he follows her. He looks back at us. “I can’t be the only one who’s noticed a shit ton of clothes have gone missing. I thought one of the roadies was stealing them to auction, but this is so much better.”
“She has been very nesty lately,” Fitz says conversationally.
“Being surrounded by compatible alphas may end up helping her hormones along—” I start, but I’m cut off when Ramsey leads her out of the room and toward the door to the bus.
“Want me to carry you?” Ram wiggles his eyebrows. “If we really try, I bet we could convince them there’s a secret baby subplot. Someone hand me a throw pillow.”
Tinley scoffs.
“You better warn Mom. She would fucking murder you if she got her hopes up for nothing.” I laugh, imagining our mother coming across something like that in the newspaper. She would shit a golden brick. It takes me several long seconds to realize how joking about children might impact Tinley.
“You’re bad,” she says, linking her fingers with Ram’s. I exhale in pure relief when she smiles playfully. “No, I can walk, and there will be no faking extra human beings.”
“Fine,” he fake-pouts, leading her to the door before they head out.
“We’ll meet you in there,” I say right before the door closes.
“Someone took a payday.” Fitz leans forward, staring after them.
“In-fucking-deed.”
“Is it Christmas yet? I’m real fucking ready for that break before our New Year’s Eve show.” He sighs.
It’ll be the last one on this tour, but I don’t want to rush through our first Christmas coming together as a pack. I’m really anxious to settle in one place and be out of the paparazzi’s line of sight, but after this, we won’t have to deal with it again.
* * *
The show tonight is in a club that doubles as a concert venue. The only tickets sold were VIP, and the audience is seated at tables. I keep a close eye on my little omega throughout the show. I think Gavin put a couple of random women at her table so that she wouldn’t be lonely. It actually makes me wish Ava was still around.
I slide up behind Carter as we rock through the guitar solo at the end of our last song. His scent is sour like sweat, but I swear you can smell the substances seeping out of his pores based on how much it affects his scent.
Fitz takes over, leaning forward and belting out the extro. The women seated with Tinley scream, and our little omega jolts in her seat. It’s loud as hell as the crowd demands an encore.
I glare, scanning for Gavin or Steve. Where the hell is her security? I rip out my mixers, shoving them in my pocket. A roadie pops up at my side. I hand off my guitar as we step forward, tossing our picks and sticks. There’s still no one bringing Tinley backstage.
I’m about to take the five-foot jump off the stage, despite the fact everyone is standing around it.
Ramsey beats me to it. The showy fucker does a front flip, landing on his feet, before taking a few steps to Tinley’s chair. He offers her a hand, and even though the stage lights are bright as fuck, I can still see how the area lights up around them as everyone snaps pictures.
That’s definitely going to fan the flames of the press obsession we’re currently embroiled in.
There’s still barely any security on the floor, so Ram picks her up, elbows a few fans out of the way, and heads for the stage. It’s pure madness as the audience swarms, trying to get close enough to touch him.
I squat down, lifting Tinley out of his grip, while Fitz offers Ram a hand. I glance around. Jack is up front, signing random shit and trying to keep the fans distracted, but he’s only one person.
Xavier and Carter are nowhere to be seen.
