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“With Dawson? Yeah. But we’re, like, a minute old, for Christ’s sake.”
Ronin rolled his eyes. “Please, you two have been bickering and flirting for years. Everyone witnessed your foreplay. You were already a couple; you just didn’t know it.”
“Ronin’s right,” Faise added. “Just go for it. See where it takes you.”
“But I’m not a family guy, I?—”
“Yes, you are. We’re a family,” Brodie stated.
“Dee—”
“Are we not?”
His sharp tone dared me to question him.
I finally nodded.
“Well, then? Go enjoy your man,” Brodie gripped my neck and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Now, are we done with all the emotional revelations for the night? Are we ready to rock our last night in Paris?”
“Fuck yes!” Ronin shouted.
I still didn’t know what the hell I was doing, but I felt a lot better after talking with my boys.
Dawson was right. I needed to have a little faith.
Not just in him but also in me.
CHAPTER 31
IAIN
A WEEK LATER—HEADING HOME
After our Paris concerts, we flew to London. And one week and three sold-out shows later, we headed back home.
And I was ready.
I was used to long days on the road, but the past two weeks felt more like two months. Like I rarely was, I was eager to get back home and get in the studio again. More than anything, I wanted to be able to spend more time with Dawson.
We made good on our promise to Regan. We were our professional selves during the day. But as soon as we returned to the hotel, he’d wait a while, then knock on my door.
And fuck, every night I spent in his arms left me wanting more. I wasn’t a romantic person by any means, but I was so far gone for this man. I looked at my face in the mirror and hardly recognized my happiness.
In the mornings, Dawson would sneak back out again like a naughty teenager before Lennie was on duty.
It wasn’t ideal, but I’d take whatever time with Dawson I could get.
And the longer I was with him, the more I knew this was it.
I was falling in love.
My band brothers were right. I’d probably been falling long before Dawson and I kissed, but hey, I’m a guitar prodigy, not a relationship expert. I didn’t realize that bickering was our foreplay. And I didn’t realize that, by trying to escape from Dawson, I was really only drawing us closer together.
As much as I was looking forward to going home, the closer we got to Nashville, the more anxious I became. And no, it wasn’t because Dawson and his family were moving in with me temporarily. That wasn’t happening. At least, not yet.
It was going back to that ginormous house of mine all alone. It left me feeling unsettled. It always took me a while to adapt to being back home and not living out of a suitcase, but usually, I was so busy going out at night and recording or rehearsing during the day that I didn’t think twice.
But now? I didn’t feel like hitting the clubs or bars when we got back home. Not at all. Fuck, I’d truly fallen from my rockstar ways.
