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Fucking hell.
No one, and I mean no one, asked Iain questions about his family. He could talk about his sex life, no problem, but his childhood? Everyone knew that was a no-go zone.
Everyone except this reporter. And the band’s manager, who was still MIA. And not responding to my messages either.
I turned to Lennie. “Find Harlow.”
I typed another furious message, getting more pissed off by the minute.
Where are you? We need you here now.
Iain clasped his hands together tightly. “I’ve been passionate about music all my life. Next question.”
“You’re working on a new album. Any hints on what we can expect?”
My tension eased a bit.
Brodie glanced at the guys, and they nodded in return. “It’s going to be a bit different from our previous albums. This time, all the songs are ones that my husband and I have co-written, so the album feels more personal. But of course, fans can still expect gritty lyrics and memorable hooks.”
“I can’t wait until it drops. Are you going to be performing Sideline? Has that been recorded yet?”
Brodie shook his head, his dark curls bouncing. “Unfortunately, not at this time.”
“Why not? The song went viral at your now infamous New Orleans concert in October, and fans are clamoring for it.”
“The fans will have to wait for a bit. But it will be released eventually.”
Jean-Luc nodded. “Is it because you’re cutting ties with your label? There have been rumors about your unhappiness with Bandit Music since your marriage became public. Van wasn’t out prior to your relationship, isn’t that right?”
Brodie’s expression darkened. I just knew that whatever was going to come out of his mouth next was going to be front-page news.
“There’s a rumor that you’re fucking the owner of this news station. Care to comment, Jean-Luc?”
The presenter turned purple and nearly fell out of his chair.
“And that’s all the time we have for this evening,” Jean-Luc announced with a nervous smile to the camera. “I’ll be back shortly with more news from the entertainment world.”
Someone yelled, “We’re out.”
All hell broke loose.
CHAPTER 8
IAIN
Ivaulted up out of my chair and got into Jean-Luc’s face.
So did all my brothers.
The show’s crew crowded around us, and everyone started yelling at the same time. Jean-Luc was screaming at Brodie, but Brodie gave it right back. He never backed down from any fight.
Van stepped up to us, along with Dawson and Lennie. Van took hold of Brodie’s arm and said something quietly to Brodie, calming him down—a bit.
I started in for Jean-Luc, but Dawson put his body between me and my target.
“Who cleared those questions?” I demanded over the din. “And where the fuck is Harlow?”
“I’m right here.”
