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Van pulled away, and I was about to protest, but not in the face of Regan, our lead security.
“What’s up?” Van asked.
Regan crossed her arms. “There’s a growing crowd of fans camped outside the building. And someone from the press has arrived.”
Van sighed. “Since I’m the PR rep on this trip, I’ll go out and talk to the reporter. Let’s hope that appeases them until the day of the concert.”
“I’ll go with you; let’s see what’s going on outside,” Regan replied, flanking Van as they walked away.
“You guys keep rehearsing. I’ll be back in a few,” Van yelled out.
I stared at his back as he walked away, Regan close by his side.
She said something to Van, and he tipped his head back and laughed.
Was she flirting with him? I was about to follow them when I received a smack upside my head.
“Stop mooning over him and get back to work,” Holloway teased. I whacked his shoulder in response, and he whined. “Careful, dude. Don’t mess with my arms, or I won’t be able to perform.”
“I never have problems performing,” I replied with a cheeky grin.
Everyone groaned.
“What? It’s true,” I scoffed.
“Enough fucking around, let’s rehearse,” Faise grumbled.
Faise was extra grouchy this trip, and I wondered what the fuck was going on with him. He was the quietest of all of us and usually the most good-natured. Except when he was in the grips of his cocaine addiction and couldn’t get a hit. But he’d been clean for three years.
Unless…
Before I had a chance to say something, Holloway leaned into me.
“I feel for you, brother, but I don’t think Van’s willing to cross that line,” Holls warned. “I see the way he looks at you lately, but are you sure you want to take that chance? We talked about this before. No fucking around with each other or our crew. Nothing that can mess with our dynamic or our contract.”
I was about to reply sarcastically until I noticed his dark brown eyes were serious for a change.
“I’m done with the fucking around, Iain.”
It was rare that I used his first name. He raised one blond eyebrow.
“I mean it. I just want him.”
His eyes widened, and his arms went slack, his guitar almost falling out of his hands.
“Careful, don’t jinx us by wrecking your favorite instrument two days before a show.”
“Are you serious, or are you punking me?” he asked.
“No punkin’ involved; at least, not until Halloween.”
“Haha. I mean it, are you serious?” he asked again and stared at me.
I met his gaze and nodded.
“Never thought I’d see the day.” He whistled and backed up. “But I guess it was only a matter of time. You two would be hot together. Volatile as fuck, but still.”
“Volatile, my ass, it’s called chemistry. And it only took you eleven years to finally admit you think I’m hot,” I teased right back.
