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“I was joking.” She wasn’t.
At that, it was time to change the subject. “So, what happened to Silas?”
“Uh, no idea. Haven’t spoken to him in a while. I assume he had to get back to his actual job. Jo’s number one mission is to find someone to more permanently replace Kyle.”
“He’s not going to manage this band? I guess I thought now that the band is happening for real, he’d come back.”
“No idea. Didn’t want to ask Connor about it because he seemed cagey. Maybe it’s the whole sharing Mish thing?”
Lucky fucking Michelle. Getting to fuck both her boyfriend, the rockstar, and his smoking hot band manager. At the same time. “I guess it will remain a mystery because I’m not touching that conversation with a ten-foot pole.”
“I think it’s for the best. Listen, thanks so much for doing this. I have nothing but campaign events until Election Day, and I just can’t afford to be distracted.”
“Right. Because you’re better at your job than I am.” I wasn’t being spiteful; it was the truth, but I didn’t appreciate the dig.
“Don’t be childish, Catherine,” my sister scolded.
“Ew, don’t call me that. I gotta go. Wyatt is throwing all the clothes out of his dresser again, and I refuse to do more laundry.”
Four
Two weeks later, Kyle was dead.
Apparently, he had been in rehab for drug addiction, and things didn’t go well after they released him.
Despite the fact my sister had stopped talking to Silas weeks before, as soon as she heard about Kyle’s death, she hopped on a plane to California to see him. Following the funeral, she insisted Silas not stay alone, so he spent a couple nights in Eli’s old room, banished from Elle’s place by Mason after a tense stand-off between the two, and Connor’s house was less than ideal since it was Kyle’s last residence as well.
I had to hand it to my sister. This guy was hot as hell, even if he looked downright horrible.
In the meantime, I had daily calls with Connor to prepare for my first adventure as the band’s assistant. I had gained access to his personal emails and basically his whole life. I was ready for the four days I’d spent on the road with them.
Or so I thought.
A month later, Eli dropped me off at Connor’s for my portion of the trip. “Have fun, but not, like, too much fun.” He grabbed my bag from the trunk and handed it to me.
I grinned and pulled him close for a kiss.
“You make him call you goddess, too?” I heard from behind me. Sergio.
“What is he talking about?” Eli whispered against my lips.
“That’s the drummer. When we met last year, I told him to call me a goddess when he came down my throat.” I shrugged, as if this was normal behavior.
I guess it was for me. At least, before I had gotten into a serious relationship, and Eli knew all about the infamous backstage experience.
“Nah, man, I make her worship my dick like it’s her lord and savior,” Eli quipped in response. He flashed me a devilish grin.
“Nice, man. I’m Sergio, the drummer. You must be the boyfriend.” Sergio held out his hand to shake Eli’s. Well, this is uncomfortable.
Mish came running over. “I’m so glad you’re coming for a few days, Cee! We’re gonna have so much fun!”
“But not too much fun,” I said, eyeing Eli. He smiled back at me. After a quick hello between the two, Eli excused himself to leave.
“Serge, you dick!” I hit his shoulder once Eli had driven away.
“What?” he laughed. “Why did you tell him about that?”
“What was I supposed to say when he asked why you would ask him that? I don’t lie to him.”
