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“We’re driving sixty miles per hour and he’s banging at the door to let him out before his blood turns green and his dick falls off,” Dylan says.
“Good thing the bus doors don’t open while the bus is driving,” Fender grumbles.
“And now you know why Jett is not allowed to take hallucinogens again,” Gibson concludes.
Jett sniffs. “If I want to try another hallucinogen, I will.”
Gibson wiggles his phone at Jet. “And I’ll phone Aurora to let her know.”
Jett’s eyes narrow. “You wouldn’t.”
“I totally would and you know it.”
“Who’s Aurora?” I ask.
“Jett’s fantasy girlfriend,” Gibson says.
“She is not my fantasy girlfriend. She’s a shrew.”
Dylan rolls his eyes. “She’s the band’s PA.”
“Really? Why isn’t she in Winter Falls?”
Jett wags his finger at me. “Don’t you start, too.”
Everyone laughs while Jett pushes to his feet and storms out of the room.
“Don’t be a big baby,” Gibson hollers after him.
I stand to gather our dishes and notice the time. “Shoot. I promised the librarian I’d be at the library by now.”
“Gibson and I’ll clean up,” Fender says.
“Why did I get roped into helping?” Gibson complains but he winks as he takes the dishes from my hands.
I stare down at the boxes in the hallway. “We’re going to need all morning to carry these boxes to the library.”
Cash jingles a set of keys. “Good thing I borrowed a truck.”
“A truck? From whom?”
He picks up two boxes and carries them toward the door. What he doesn’t do is answer me. Which is an answer in and of itself. It must be one of his brother’s trucks. Good. He’s getting along with them. I may be protecting my own heart from Cash, but I want him to have the family he’s always dreamed of.
Between Cash, Dylan, and me we have the truck loaded up in no time.
“Do you know the way?” I ask when we’re settled in the truck.
“It’s on the town square,” Cash answers.
“How do you know?”
“The recording studio is two doors down from the square.”
Ah. Makes sense.
Once we’re parked in the square, I jump out and hurry to the library to meet the librarian. An elderly woman is at the check-out desk when I enter. Her gray hair is up in a bun held together with two pencils and she’s wearing a brown cardigan. She has to be the librarian.
“You must be Gracious.”
