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I wanted him to stick withmeforever. For now, I’d have to be satisfied with one day at a time.

“And none of us have had a serious relationship, but that doesn’t mean it’s not gonna happen. You need to think about that. I love what I do, and I’m still happy touring every year, but I can’t go at this pace indefinitely. At some point, we’ll need a break to focus on other things in our lives. I’m sure you guys feel the same way. This band was our dream, but it’s not the only one.”

They nodded, but there was silence around the table.

“Okay, enough serious talk. You still need to answer the most important question,” Holls leaned forward. “How was the sex?”

I let out a filthy laugh and grabbed the bottle of tequila again.

“You’ll need another round.”

CHAPTER29

VAN

After my call with Greg, I headed back to the theater to make sure the crew had finished packing up our stuff and that nothing was left behind.

Given the mishaps over the past few days, I was hesitant about walking back into the venue. I didn’t believe in the supernatural, but even I couldn’t deny that the place felt haunted.

I was hoping it would be empty and quiet.

Nope.

There were still pieces of equipment on the stage that our crew was moving out, and downstairs, the dressing rooms had yet to be emptied.

I wound my way back up to the rear exit and found Ace in the alleyway behind the building, supervising the equipment haul into our parked trucks.

“How come everything isn’t cleared out yet?”

Ace shook his head. “Two of our guys got sick last night, and the door to the dressing room in the basement wouldn’t open. I texted you an update this morning.”

I checked my phone, but I didn’t see any message from him. “I didn’t receive it.”

“The Wi-Fi signal in this place is shit,” Ace grumbled. “Anyway, I went ahead and called building management and told them we’d need until the end of day to get everything out. We got the dressing room door unlocked a half hour ago, but I’m still shorthanded, so it’s going to take another few hours.”

“I can help move the clothes and stuff out of the basement.”

“That’d be great, thanks.”

“No problem. Say, did you have a good time last night?”

Ace’s face flushed. “I did.”

“Cool. Colm seems like a nice guy.”

“He is—a true southern gentleman. Did you know he studied engineering at college before getting a modeling contract? He’s a tech nerd like me.”

I shook my head. “I had no idea.”

“Too busy staring at his pretty face?” Ace teased.

“Not quite. Between you and me, I was hoping Colm wouldn’t show up at all.”

Shit, I couldn’t believe I said that.

But this was Ace, and I’d known him for years. The man was a first-hand witness to rockstar shenanigans, and nothing shocked him.

My feelings for Brodie least of all.

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