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“We’re here,” Regan called out, interrupting Brodie’s snark.
“Brodie—” I started, but Dawson was already out of the car and waving at us to follow.
“We’re not done,” Brodie shook his head and gripped my arm. “Tomorrow. As you said, we don’t have anything on the schedule. I want you to spend the day with me.”
I wanted to, fuck, did I want to. But I had work and… yeah, work.
If the head of the record label had any inkling about my newfound feelings for their number one artist, I’d be out on my ass in a heartbeat.
“I—”
“Please, Van.”
The quiet way Brodie asked, the seriousness of his tone, caught me completely off guard. He sounded pained. It was so unlike him that it made my pulse kick up again and my stomach drop.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
It was the best idea. My heart wanted me to go, but my head kept telling me to stop.
Brodie’s entire demeanor shifted, and his face iced over.
“You know what? I changed my mind. I’d love to go out later. Maybe a quick fuck with a hot guy—or two—is just what I need to get over these annoying as fuck feelings that have pained me long enough,” he snapped and stepped out of the vehicle, slamming the door.
I rushed out after him, but he was already headed inside with his detail.
I barely had time to register the venue, a stone mansion with intricate carvings and green ivy climbing the brick walls. Huge trees lined the property and gave it a feeling of privacy.
I was too unsettled by Brodie’s sudden anger to appreciate it like it deserved.
One thing I did notice, however, was that the house was crawling with security personnel.
Regan was already talking to someone stationed at the front door. I nodded as I passed and entered the house. The rest of the band were already inside, waiting in the foyer. A huge crystal chandelier hung over us, illuminating a space filled with antiques and art.
I walked up to Brodie, but the angry look on his face had me pausing.
“Not now, Van,” he cautioned.
Then he turned his back on me, sauntering to the far corner to talk to Holloway.
Regan and Dawson stepped up beside me. I felt Regan’s stare.
“Everything okay?” she asked.
“I think so.”
I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing.
“Are you sure?”
“Not at all.” I shook my head.
“I’m not stupid, you know.”
“Excuse me?”
“I see the way he looks at you. If you’re having a lovers’ spat—”
I choked on nothing but air and my own spit and started to cough.
