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“I know,” Maddie says. “Rory told me all about him. A real British gentleman’s gentleman.”
We exit the cab, and I steel myself. I’ve managed to keep from crying all day, and my eyes are finally looking somewhat normal. I skipped the mascara this morning after my shower. I didn’t want raccoon eyes again.
“You’re going to love Ennis,” Brock says, knocking on the door. “He’s awesome.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jesse
“Damn it, Cage,” I yell. “Could you fucking keep up?”
Rory and the guys all drop their jaws and stare at me.
Of course they do.
I never yell during rehearsal. Okay…maybeneveris too harsh a word, but rarely.
“Jess, what’s your problem?” Rory demands.
“My problem is our cousin has been late on his entrance each time we’ve played the damned song, Ror.”
“He hasn’t,” Rory says.
I turn to face my sister. “You questioning my ear?”
“Yeah,” Rory says. “I am. You were supposed to go right back to your room and get some sleep last night. Did you?”
“No, he didn’t.”
I glare at Dragon sitting behind his drum set. “Thanks a lot.”
“Listen, Jess,” Dragon says. “This tour means everything to all of us. Not just you. We need you at the top of your game. Right now you’re not. I don’t know what the hell you were doing until one in the morning when you finally came back to our room, but whatever it was, you need to fucking move past it and get on board here.”
I glare at Dragon again. These are the most words he’s ever said at one time.
At least in front of the whole band.
“You stayed out late?” Cage says. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I don’t owe any of you an explanation.”
“Fine,” Rory says, “but if it were any of the rest of us who were fucking up today, you’d demand an explanation.”
She’s not wrong.
I’ve always been the de facto leader of this band.
“Still none of your business,” I say dryly. “Could we please try this again?”
I nod to Jake, who begins on the guitar, and then Cage, who comes in on point this time.
Yeah, he was probably doing fine. I think I’m just…
I don’t fucking know. I tossed and turned all night. Dragon must not have noticed, or if he did, he hasn’t mentioned it to me.
“Stop, stop, stop…” Rory says.
“What is it now?” I say.
