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“Oh really?” Ace replied with a knowing grin. “Well, no worries there. In fact, I’ve already made plans to meet up with Colm in L.A. in a few weeks.”
“No shit?”
Ace nodded, and his cheeks darkened.
“You aren’t worried that… wait, sorry, I shouldn’t—”
“Ask your question, Van.”
I bit my lip. “You’re not concerned about the age difference between you?”
“He’s mature for twenty-five, and I work in this crazy business, so I’m probably immature for thirty-eight,” he chuckled, then cleared his throat. “I’m more concerned about how quickly everything happened. Like, am I making a fool of myself by chasing after someone I just met?”
“I don’t think it’s chasing if he’s agreed to meet up.”
Ace pushed a lock of his long hair behind his ear. “We’ll see what happens. God knows this job ain’t easy on our personal lives. Still, I can’t imagine myself in a nine-to-five life.”
“As Brodie would say, do what feels right to you. Lots of people do long-distance long-term. It’s not ideal, but there isn’t one way to have a relationship.” I paused and shook my head. “Listen to me, like I know anything about that.”
“So, you and Brodie?” Ace commented.
I glanced around, but no one was close enough to hear, and his crew was too busy loading up the trucks.
“Yeah, me and Brodie. The band knows, but we’re not telling Greg yet. Not until we know for sure that what we have is solid.”
“Makes sense. I mean, if we had to tell Greg about every coworker we fucked around with, well, he’d be firing all of us, and the company would have no goddamn employees left,” Ace chuckled.
“Like I said to Brodie, I don’t want to know.”
“Yo, Ace!” someone in the crew shouted from the back of the closest truck. “Is that the last of it?”
“Nope, there’s still three boxes of equipment on the stage to bring out and all the shit in the basement!” Ace yelled back.
Then Ace turned to me. “If you can start clearing the basement, I’ll be back inside in fifteen to help you.”
“Will do.”
I meandered back into the building and down into the dark basement, only to find Brodie and Dawson standing outside the dressing room.
Brodie was wearing wide-leg jeans, a plain black t-shirt, and platform booties. He’d shaved his morning scruff and was wearing lip gloss.
All I could think about was the way he kissed me last night with those gorgeous fucking lips of his.
And this morning.
I wanted to walk over and pull him into my arms, but I was highly aware of Dawson’s presence.
Not that he didn’t suspect already, given where he left us last night.
Not to mention the dopey grins on mine and Brodie’s faces right now. Jesus, so much for keeping this under the radar.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“I left something in the dressing room,” Brodie replied, his hands in his pockets.
“I could’ve picked it up for you. What did you leave behind?”
“Um, one of my favorite rings. The gold signet with the lion’s head. Maybe you can help me look for it?”
