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Was that relief I saw in Van’s blues?
“Van—”
“Not now,” he echoed my earlier reply.
“Later?”
“Tomorrow.”
My stomach flipped over. He hadn’t walked away or said no. That was a win in my book.
“Can we get out of here? I want to head back to the hotel.”
Between the show of Van’s jealousy (whether he recognized it or not, that’s what it was) and the anticipation of spending time alone with him tomorrow, my sex drive was worked up. I had some serious jacking off to do.
“No club?”
I shook my head. “I was just running my mouth earlier, letting my temper get the best of me.”
“Hey, asshole,” Holls called out as he sidled up beside me. “Ready for the next party?”
“I’m heading back to the hotel.”
“Don’t be a bummer. Come on, man, live a little. You’ve been acting like a fucking monk lately, when was the last time you got your dick—”
“Shut it, Holls,” I bit out.
“He’s got a point,” Van interrupted. “There might be talk if the rest of the guys are out having a good time and you’re nowhere to be seen. The label won’t want the media or the fans thinking there’s been a falling out.”
I rolled my eyes. “We can’t fucking win. You want to limit our access to the press, but then we have to cater to them?”
“You know how it is. Let’s go for an hour, make an appearance, and then you can leave.”
“Fine, let’s get it over with,” I grumbled and chugged the rest of my drink.
“Don’t sound so put out. It’s a club, not serving time.” Van chuckled. “Also, I invited Killmine, the opening band. They’re a local act but up and coming. They’re looking forward to meeting everyone.”
“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” I replied. “For that reason alone, I’ll go.”
“Before we leave, let’s say our goodbyes to the host.”
A half-hour later, we were back in the SUV on our way downtown.
Van showed me the stats on the band he’d invited, or as much as he could between replying to the texts he kept receiving and the calls he answered.
“Turn off the notifications for the night and relax.”
He finally looked up at me. “There’s no such thing. And I’m getting the final press schedule done for the thirty-first so I can free up my schedule tomorrow.”
Oh. In that case…
“I didn’t fully think this trip through,” I stated, staring into his eyes.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’re shouldering a shitload of stuff because it wasn’t in the plan, and I feel… guilty.”
He smiled at me, and my pulse began to throb.
