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“Have you noticed?” I ask Fitz, lacing up my boots. My tank top tonight is ripped from the armpit right down to my jeans. Who knows how wardrobe decides our style, but it’s the middle of December. You’d think they could offer me a full shirt.
“I notice everything to do with Tinley.” Fitz rolls his eyes but quickly focuses across the greenroom. This place doesn’t have enough space to split the band, so we’re sharing.
Warrick is across the room, carefully monitoring Tinley as she asks Xavier some questions. We all want that situation to be over as soon as possible. Luckily, Carter is nowhere to be seen, which is probably why War agreed now was the best time for her to interview Xavier.
“She’s anxious and on edge, but more than that, she’s nesting like ninety percent of the time when we’re on the bus.” I frown, scratching my jaw. “The other ten percent is when War is holding her while she eats.” I switch to tying the other boot.
“Aww, are you jealous, Ram?” Fitz asks, chuckling. He almost never calls me by my nickname, but I like that he’s finally warming up to us. Even if my impulses simultaneously want to punch him in the face for having a bond withmyomega. “She cares about both of you. Not one more than the other. You can’t let it get to you. She’s just settling into one bond; give her a little time to get used to it. I can’t even deny that I know it’s coming.”
“Really?” I ask, tilting my head as I study him. He better not be fucking with me right now.
“Yeah, she’s definitely got feelings for both of you. Maybe we should spoil her with another pack courting gift?” he offers with a shrug.
“You know what? That’s not a bad idea.”
“Are you going to plan this one?”
“Yeah, but I need more insight into what she likes, outside of photography. She’s been reading a lot lately…” An idea sparks, and I give him a feral grin. “I know exactly what we need to do. It’s just going to take a little planning.”
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It takes an extra four days until we’re in a city where I have connections. War and I spent a lot of time playing in New York and Boston before we made it big. We won’t be in New York until Christmas and New Year’s Eve, but we’re in Boston now, and I was able to leverage a few favors to make tonight something special.
A buddy I used to drink with after our sets at the bar down the street is now the night supervisor for security at a fancy little museum. We’re setting him and his wife up with tickets for our show tomorrow and a few autographs.
Tinley squeals as she runs into the courtyard. It’s not like I could swing the Museum of Fine Arts on such short notice, but I’d say she’s digging the architecture and eclectic nature of this place. She heads out toward the fountain as I follow with a jaunty skip in my step.
“I need you to look that way,” she says, pointing to where she wants me. I stop at the spot and her small hand raises, waving as she stares through the screen on her camera. I sidestep and then again when her fingers keep wiggling. “Okay, and let your hair down, but don’t look at me. No, silly, I said, don’t look at me.” I grin and she pulls her camera down, giving me a bright smile. “I will come over there and pose you if necessary.”
I chuckle. “Yes ma’am.”
It’s cold as shit out here.
So cold that her breath fogs as she speaks, telling me what to do for each shot.
I pose, carefully following her instructions.
“Thank you.” Once she’s done, she stomps off toward the big metal fence without a backward glance. She squats down, focusing her lens on something.
I stand over her shoulder and blink when I catch sight of the full moon through the tines on the fence.
Damn, that is a killer shot.
She pops up with a huff and a little shiver that betrays how cold she is.
“Want my jacket? Or are we done out here?” I ask as she walks into my chest. She nuzzles around, rolling her face up so I can see her wide blue eyes.
“This is amazing. I hope you know how much you mean to me.” She bites her plush lower lip, but I pull it free as I capture her mouth with mine. Her frisky little tongue makes my cock hard. She pulls back, and I notice how red her nose is. Boston really is cold as fuck. “I’m serious, Ram.”
“I know, shortcake. Me too.”
I wrap my arm around her lower back and guide her inside as her gaze darts around. “Hey, weren’t Warrick and Fitz going to meet us here?”
I smack her ass over the coat, chuckling. It only took her an hour to notice they never showed up. “They’re getting the second part of our date set up.”
“What? It’s like one in the morning.”
